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09-03-2013, 05:19 PM
Life Sucks. That’s it. From what Biru could gather. You have a sucky, lonely life, and you’re lucky if someone gives you more than a passing glance. The lanced stallion sulked about in the pines. The creaking giving an eerie lullaby, daring him to do something daring. ”YOU WANT INSANE?!” He bellowed. The growing colt was extremely agitated with his current state. With not a family member to his name he was utterly, and completely alone. Like was said before. Life sucks. All he needs to do is perish now. The morbid thought had crossed his mind one or two times. If he were to fall off the face of this damned place, not a single soul would care. No one would cry. The pines would laugh. The wind would whisper it’s whispering gossips. The brook would keep on babbling on to its listeners. No one would know. A half-mad laugh ripped through his body as he half-reared, sending his blue mane flying in the wind. Another mad grunt escaped him as his gold hooves landed with a large thud. His loose strands of hair fell around his hooves in a tangled mess. Speaking of looks. He looked like a hermit. He hadn’t bathed himself since who knows when. His mane was dirty, and burrs buried themselves deep within his mane and tail. His eyes were even redder, the gold flecks of sunshine within them blocked by the lack of sleep. Another angry grunt ripped from him as he shook his head back and forth, flinging his spear around like a child let loose in a candy shop. ”Send every goddamn demon after me.” He murmured to the moist ground. [ooc; i'm desperate for activity so someone come get him ;_;] |
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