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i went down like a rag doll rat of a child
The forest was still, quiet and heavy with nary a bird or breeze to be heard. A morning fog rolled through the thick, dew laden underbrush, crisp and clean. Long shadows were cast through the canopy as the sun began to rise in a pink sky, and for a moment everything was pristine.
Of course nothing good lasts.
A faint echo of snapping wood and kicked up ground grew in a crescendo through the woods, and through the fog a phantom appeared. Silvery and pale faced the creature clumsily sprung through a wall of brambles and ferns. The stallion fumbled and faltered on the soft ground from the sudden impact, nearly brought to his knees as he slid with debris trailing him. Damn this fog. What was once a pleasant romp turned into a nightmare of biting thorns and slapping branches when he lunged head first into the fog. The boy thought it no different than a sand storm, but what he forgot was that there was nothing to run into in a desert.
The boy snorted as he regained his footing, slowing down to a brisk trot as he wised up to his situation. It always took him awhile to catch on, thickheaded as he was told. He paid no mind though, and continued on his way. He had heard of this land from an old crone. Any who crossed into its borders were given a fresh start on life, and it was what he needed. Looking around he could finally take in the sights.
The world seemed so alien to the boy who was used to the shifting dunes of the desert. Everything seemed too stable, so rooted to the earth where it stood that it made him feel strange. He came from a world of movement, never settling in one place and always on the move. He jumped from one band to the next, but never stayed for long. As he aimlessly wandered through the forest the boy thought to himself, would he find a home in this new land?
OOC;; crappy post is crappy, I always suck at opening posts.
