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04-17-2013, 06:39 PM
Maniacal laughter filled the surrounding as Jinx stepped into the threshold of Helovia. The tall black stallion of merely 3 years old already stood at 17 hands. His body slim and slightly to skinny, his ribs sticking out to show is malnourished self. Voices filled his head, telling him things that he did not quite understand. He was normal right? He wasn't crazy.
The sky was dark and the air shallow. The male could see his breath shooting out from him nostrils as they flared with each breath he took. The trees shot out from the ground and looked down upon him. They swayed in the wind sticking out their lone branches, luring him in deeper, calling his name. They spoke to him, reassuring him of what lied inside the depths of the new land he had come to embark.
A lone foal lied on the ground, its face buried into the grass, decaying flesh slowly being peeled off by the fellow scavengers. The ebony male with striking neon markings walked up to the poor soul and collapsed on the ground next to it, laying his large heavy head on its side. "Its ok little fellow, you are no longer alone, Jinx will be your friend. Would you like Jinx to accompany you? Jinx would quite enjoy himself" He said to the dead foal. He breathed in the smell of the decaying body, sending shivers down his spine, what a comforting sense it brought to the young stallion.
[Recycled post from his first threshold post]
The sky was dark and the air shallow. The male could see his breath shooting out from him nostrils as they flared with each breath he took. The trees shot out from the ground and looked down upon him. They swayed in the wind sticking out their lone branches, luring him in deeper, calling his name. They spoke to him, reassuring him of what lied inside the depths of the new land he had come to embark.
A lone foal lied on the ground, its face buried into the grass, decaying flesh slowly being peeled off by the fellow scavengers. The ebony male with striking neon markings walked up to the poor soul and collapsed on the ground next to it, laying his large heavy head on its side. "Its ok little fellow, you are no longer alone, Jinx will be your friend. Would you like Jinx to accompany you? Jinx would quite enjoy himself" He said to the dead foal. He breathed in the smell of the decaying body, sending shivers down his spine, what a comforting sense it brought to the young stallion.
[Recycled post from his first threshold post]
