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07-11-2016, 11:36 AM
Potential.
Po ten shal.
pəˈten(t)SHəl/
"The word of the day is potential," murmured the horned beast to himself as his hooves pressed delicately against the dry earth. Opal eyes roved the vast forest, noting the overgrown greenery that covered the floor, the trees, the boulders, the everything. The sun was a few widths from having it's lowest rim graze the horizon, supposed the lithe stallion, and it had dipped the treetops in liquid gold. Skyfall's lips had parted in awe of the architectural feats so casually put on display by nature here in this vast oasis, his pupil-less eyes darting from one shadowed alcove to another without pause.
Despite his obvious admiration, the horned creature couldn't help but notice the few shortcomings of the endless forest. He huffed, awe and calculation fighting to win over his expression; where was the color? The wind chimes? The imagery, the feel, the luxury that so clearly belonged in this ancient and regal wood. The gardens just outside the realm of possibility were filled to bursting with lovely blossoms and beautiful hues, but alas, it was rare that Skyfall's reality could meld all that well with his fantasy. A half frown found a home upon the stallion's dark lips as he pranced closer to the heart of the forest, noting how there still seemed to be no hint of actual equine life about him.
With a vaguely annoyed grunt, the feminine gentleman slowed to a stop and stomped a single shining hoof.
"No respect, big tree friends! No respect for aesthetic."
Po ten shal.
pəˈten(t)SHəl/
"The word of the day is potential," murmured the horned beast to himself as his hooves pressed delicately against the dry earth. Opal eyes roved the vast forest, noting the overgrown greenery that covered the floor, the trees, the boulders, the everything. The sun was a few widths from having it's lowest rim graze the horizon, supposed the lithe stallion, and it had dipped the treetops in liquid gold. Skyfall's lips had parted in awe of the architectural feats so casually put on display by nature here in this vast oasis, his pupil-less eyes darting from one shadowed alcove to another without pause.
Despite his obvious admiration, the horned creature couldn't help but notice the few shortcomings of the endless forest. He huffed, awe and calculation fighting to win over his expression; where was the color? The wind chimes? The imagery, the feel, the luxury that so clearly belonged in this ancient and regal wood. The gardens just outside the realm of possibility were filled to bursting with lovely blossoms and beautiful hues, but alas, it was rare that Skyfall's reality could meld all that well with his fantasy. A half frown found a home upon the stallion's dark lips as he pranced closer to the heart of the forest, noting how there still seemed to be no hint of actual equine life about him.
With a vaguely annoyed grunt, the feminine gentleman slowed to a stop and stomped a single shining hoof.
"No respect, big tree friends! No respect for aesthetic."
EVERYONE PLEASE COME HARASS MY BIG DINKY BOY
