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03-02-2013, 04:59 AM
I looked at the male that referred to himself as death. I wondered what was it that made him feel so horrible, to refer to himself with such a terrible name. It was as if he was the impersonation of death. Horrible, truly is. "Well then, I should call you by Death then", I said giving him a smile. I saw the male give me an expectant look, and I knew he was contemplating about something, like wether he should tell me what was going on with him. He was slightly intriguing, though I didn't want to entirely open myself up to him yet. He was quite a handsome lad, but I was taller than him by one entire hand. I didn't loom completely over him though. He had a muscular build, but when I looked into his eyes, instead of seeing a normal look, I saw a look of entire sadness. It was a look that made me feel so bad for him. There must have been some sort of ordeal that scarred his presence in a way. Despite the fact I wasn't exactly the nosy type, I wanted to find out what was bothering him so much. Despite the fact we were strangers, I was willing to become his friend.
My luscious mane fell on my shoulder as I looked at him with my stormy blue orbs. "It's a pleasure meeting you too, Death", I said. "I can see something troubling you. What has happened?" I asked him. I didn't care if I was intruding. I was the type not to get embarrassed so easily. I looked at him. I remembered back to my old times now. I yearned to see my family again, my dear mother. The endless fields of rye that I would fly above, or run in. The distant black mountains encircling the fields, and while I ran, the sun setting in the background. That was what I wanted back. I wanted to find my herd again. My eyes reflected sadness now, as I painfully remembered my old home. What has become of it now?
My luscious mane fell on my shoulder as I looked at him with my stormy blue orbs. "It's a pleasure meeting you too, Death", I said. "I can see something troubling you. What has happened?" I asked him. I didn't care if I was intruding. I was the type not to get embarrassed so easily. I looked at him. I remembered back to my old times now. I yearned to see my family again, my dear mother. The endless fields of rye that I would fly above, or run in. The distant black mountains encircling the fields, and while I ran, the sun setting in the background. That was what I wanted back. I wanted to find my herd again. My eyes reflected sadness now, as I painfully remembered my old home. What has become of it now?
