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07-09-2016, 06:57 PM
Like elk-man (presumably), Banjo knew the bulging pressure of information-overload on the brain, it was like chockablock, snot-filled sinuses, only there was no blissful eruption when it all became too much; he understood as well the confusion, the giddying excitement and he still felt that residual sting from when the realisation of his own insignificance in the entirely foreign world called Helovia, had slapped him hard across the face. The horsaroo took it all on the the chin though, just like the good sport he was.
Perhaps he looked like a skilled threshold-veteran, standing, watching - cool as a cucumber. There was an element of anticipation though which made the game he and the two contrasting suitors were playing, rather addictive.
Leif’s marvellously unique eyes (mimicking beautiful reefs down under), danced bewilderedly between each speaker, until at last the giant rack of sticks above his head tossed to and fro - a signal to mark a reached verdict with any luck. Right on cue, the elk began to speak and to Banjo’s (well concealed) dismay , he announced that his preference lay with the freckle-nosed female, El… Est… Elsie? The boomer nodded amicably and aimed a grin in the winner’s direction; well played. Silently he wondered what the life she offered up their in the basin, would hold. One day he would make the trek north to find it, see for himself. For now though, he had promised to find more newcomers, and offer them sanctuary among Helovia’s ‘Unbound’.
As the two-horned bloke shrugged his indifference, Banjo looked back to the happy couple. “It’s been bonza. See ya ‘round like a ringworm mates!” he offered cheerfully, including the well-natured mini-deer who’s subtle form of farewell was gratefully noted. Nosily, long ears drifted forward as the sound of the other stallion’s exclusive remark marred the air and he pondered it quietly, not for one second able to figure a meaning. Shrugging his own shoulders then, the horsaroo touched one claw to the rim of his hat, turned and hopped slowly away through the undergrowth.
Plenty more fish in the sea...
Banjo out :)
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I run just like this!
Please tag me in openers and spars.
Feel free to flog n magic me, mild power play is also fine.
Text in the profile and posts reflects stereotypical ocker slang - don’t knock it mate!
I run just like this!
Please tag me in openers and spars.
Feel free to flog n magic me, mild power play is also fine.
Text in the profile and posts reflects stereotypical ocker slang - don’t knock it mate!
