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08-17-2013, 02:13 PM
S k e l l s
When you, soldiers, are called into battle, and the odds are grim and there is no hope, do not run. You will only die tired. Solitary travel was nothing to be jovial about. It consisted of only himself, and the antagonizing company of his own thoughts, which him the male travel rather aimlessly across vast Helovian lands. It seemed as though the earth changed beneath his dark hooves, morphing from lush clover to now parched sands. He lifted his head, his ebon forelock tossing gently in the hot wind, and silvery pupils scrutinized the acres. It was dry. Barren. Sick with dehydration, except for a body of gleaming water that he first thought was a mirage. His jet black barrel expanded with a great breath as he inhaled. The air tasted parched. Despite the arid territory, Skells continued forth, thrusting his knobby forelegs forward as he walked alone. On the horizon, bathed in the milky glow of the moon, the Pegasus could make out tall silhouettes - palm trees. He'd never seen such vegetation before, so he allowed a quiet nicker of curiosity to escape from his chest. With ears pricked upward, the stallion kept a slow pace toward them, the moonlight playing on his white-bald face. Not many measurements from where he'd met the sand, the creature's hooves met the earth with a benign splash. In surprise, he let out a jolting whinny and rose onto his hind legs, unsure of why he'd stumbled into the shallow end of the lake. But there was no harm. Caught off guard, caught off guard. The brute thought to himself, rolling his eyes back into place so that the whites where no longer exposed. Instead of shying away from the lapping edge, he followed it, scorning himself. One day I'm going to spook at even the gentlest of moths. And so he traveled, searching for nothing in particular, following the gentle call of the wind-tossed sand beneath his foot. Aromas of arid earth and thirsty shrubs clogged his throat, which was already feeling discomforted, and made him snort. What kind of place was this? Were there others like him that had wandered here? He hoped that they were not yellowed skeletons by now - as it seemed there was little here to support a healthy lifestyle. Africa was right, Helovia is worth exploring. Even the driest of homelands, might I say. But he grew weary of being along in his travels, and soon hesitated from ambling across the barren countryside. Exhausted, he whipped his ebon tail across his flank, keeping his orbs set on his surroundings. For all he knew, there might be predators lurking nearby. Now frightened by his own thoughts, he let out a nicker of anxiety. "Hello?" 433 words. |
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