Deceased |
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17 hh :: 10 years Buff: NOVICE |
Dark |
Catch your dreams before they slip awayHuff huff, snort.
The sound of my own breathing annoyed me. I was breathing like them, my breath hot against the cold climate of the Basin. I was sick of this place, absolutely sick. It pained me to walk anymore, walk in this stupid place. I hated it. Hated it now a days. And this dark night, this endless night, I had a plan. I was getting the heck out of here, no matter what. If anyone dared to stop me, I would attack like a rabid hound. I had been jogging around, stretching my wings and everything else. I had been training for this moment, hidden in a dark cave. And this moment, it was perfect.
My breath swirled in the night, my brows narrowed as I saw the Basin below me. It was quiet, perfectly quiet. I saw no horses milling around, no horses at all. There were a few, but I didn't have to worry about them. My cave was tucked away, an area where barely anyone went. I looked about, slipping out of my cave. I had thrown dirt onto my body, trying to blend in. I forced my wings to my sides, I forced them to be so close to me that it was compressing my abdomen together. I gasped, sucked in, and stepped out.
I remained close to the rock wall beside me, slipping forward. The border, it was so close. The peek of the mountain, it was there, there before me. I just had to stride closer, I had to open my wings. I had to get out. I had to. I needed to. I was desperate to get the heck out of this place, my hooves getting closer to the border.
Closer.
And closer.
I kapt my wings close, my fiery eyes staring at the moon. I reached to the sky, a slight, gentle nicker slipping from my maw. I kept it silent, or, close to silent. I blinked, my head slipping down, my eyes spotting the distant darkness. I let my wings loose, unfolding them a little bit. I tried to keep myself as small as possible, for I didn't want anyone to discover me. I didn't want this plan to be destroyed, or I will become a rabid hound, snarling, snapping, thundering teeth that shake the earth when they snap.
"Azzaron being pissed off."
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Credits
"When you grow old, you will die and rot on the ground,
Other horses will dance when you all crumble, when your kingdom falls.
When your crowns break."
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