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Solid hooves hit the forest floor in an even beat. Clip clop clip clop. Hearing this for hours, well, it gets annoying, yeah? That's how it makes me feel anyway. My ears are plastered to the back of my neck as I try to tune out the noise. My nostrils flare as my elegant head bobs up and down to the movement of my legs. My short black mane flicks in the wind and my dark tail streams along behind me. My legs are lifted high into the air as I flick my head back. I know I heard something, but I chose to ignore it.
As the trees become more of a blur in my peripheral vision I feel as though something is following me. Without hesitation I skid to a halt, whipping around. My forelock blocks my vision for a moment and I grunt, tossing it to the side. A small squirrel sits in the tree tops, staring at me with weird eyes. I give it a menacing glare with my amber eyes before turning back around and beginning to canter again. Air brushes over my dark bay coat, seeping down towards my skin. My hooves pound the earth one at a time, flinging dirt here and there. The scar on my back itches slightly, the pink tissue had healed forever ago. I snort, ignoring the feeling to itch it. I suddenly think back to the moment I gained my scar. My father using his magic to lift a sharp rock, carving an X into my skin. Smiling as I collapsed, flinching from the loss of blood. I shiver, trying to forget those thoughts. That was long ago, before I became a pirate and had the best days ever. Before everything was fantastic. More sad thoughts drifted into my head. For instance when Captain Red, the old pirate stallion was killed. I flick my ears back, trying to forget how I became enraged and killed the pirate who had murdered Red. I feel a single tear begin to pool at my tear ducts before I quickly blink it back.
I glance up, seeing only green trees. When would I hit the ocean?! Or and opening so I could fly. Flying was a much faster way of transportation, but it wasn't always the best way. Sometimes you get soaked in a cloud or a lightning storm forms above you. I glance at my wings, folded neatly at my sides. I didn't know how we thousand pound animals could even fly with wings so light and delicate. Maybe our bones were hollow too or something? I don't know for sure, I wasn't a very logical horse. I was clever, but not extremely smart. Most pirates weren't very bright. Like Red. I snicker, remembering when Red had mistaken an old deer for one of his friends and vice versa. A silent laugh rings throughout my head as I canter along, stopping to gaze at the rays of light shining down between the gaps in the trees. I longed for the sea, and the sea longed for me.
[[Gonna make a better table later. xP *Procrastinates*]]
"Sharin' tales"
Thinkin' thoughts
Movin' round and round
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I went searchin' for the seas but all I fould was trees[Pirates]
