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08-26-2013, 07:26 PM
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You're antsy, ready to go. You want to get out of here and find some more of the locoweed vines. Your nearly empty satchel is making you more and more concerned. And the two females in front of you are just pissing you off, taking their dear, sweet old time when this is a life or death matter. At least, you think it is. We should go find you some more. 'Well no shit,' you want to say, your ears falling back onto your head and staying there. Of course, you should have expected this, waltzing into some unknown country and happening upon two random strangers. You don't even know why you're surprised. We can go to the forest right now. Her voice breaks the silence and reaches your ears. You look down to the filly to see if she has anything to add. She's been strangely silent since the mare got here. Suddenly, you're being erratic again. You swing your head down to where your plant is laying on the ground and snatch it from under your hoof, chewing on it greedily. The sweet juices fall over your tongue and you almost smile at the taste. You know that you'll soon be feeling the effects of the plant and you can't wait. “Well what are we waiting for, then?” Your gravely voice permeates the air and you suddenly begin walking. You march right between where the two mares had been standing and begin crashing through underbrush and tree branches alike. If the females had wondered before why you're such a mess, they'll certainly know now. In all honesty, you're lucky you've got so much mud and dirt on you. Without it, you'd probably be accruing injuries left and right from the way the sticks and branches are scraping against your sides. You turn back momentarily to see if anyone is following then resume your stomping and plodding deeper into the woods. “Let's go,” you grumble. You'll be happier soon. Maybe. @[Agrona], @[Sikeax] |
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