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06-02-2013, 01:43 PM
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Caenan Take what you can. Give nothing back.
A ripple of... something coursed through the buccaneer's body as his dark green gaze landed on the sombre stripes that had emerged from the forest. What was this feeling? What was causing him to roll his eyes; to buckle his legs; to slump back down onto the ground just as he had begun to get up, to prepare to run, to flee? It was unfamiliar to the child, this instinct to run. He was a trickster at heart, and all that was required to instill fear in your victims was a pinch of bravery, a tablespoon of wit, and whole lot of mischief. But, oh! Wasn't that what was rippling through his small frame right now; fear? The very thing that the pirate-child had often times managed to awaken in others was now pumping through his own veins, and he couldn't say that he enjoyed it. Unlike most boys who had received a taste of their own medicine, however, Caenan was still as determined as ever to get what he wanted at the expense of others. All that he needed to do now was to get himself out of this mess, so that he could live to plan out another of his crusades. "N-n-n-no, sir," came the colt's thickly accented voice, his childish tones not improving his frightened stutter at all, "M-me father will be 'ere soon! It won't be m-me death that 'ill be s-s-so unfortunate!" And at that Caenan lurched to his feet, his lanky pillars slipping and sliding in the mud all the while. At one point in his struggle to run from the beast he had managed to smack his nose in the dirt, planting a too-firm kiss on the ground that he was sure that the earth would have preferred to pass on. Tears of pain ran down his narrow face as he picked himself up again, working his long legs into an awkward gallop that sent a jolt of pain up his foreleg with each stride. His heart hammered at a chaotic rhythm in his chest, and his naves bled from the lack of oxygen that his lungs were unable to give. If the unicorn kept at this pace for much longer he would be in a position that was no better than the one previous, and he would be powerless to fight off the gleaming teeth that had hungered for his flesh only a few minutes ago. Just make it to the ocean. Once yer there, yer home free! "Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in." |
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