Lets go for a dive![O]

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[OPEN] Lets go for a dive![O]

Satanic Silk Posts: 153

Hidden Account atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.0

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 5 (Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

#11

12-20-2013, 08:23 PM (This post was last modified: 12-20-2013, 08:24 PM by Satanic Silk.)

I didn't know what to write. Congrats! Sorry if his attitude isn't congruent with before. :/

satanic silk

Down, down, down into the rabbit hole. As Mauja had wandered and Silk had wandered, so now did his mind wander down the hole. The dirt tube that led into the Earth. It ran away as the conversation grew stale before him. His bloody orbs glazed over and he leaned back on a hind leg, resting the other. Mauja did not seem engaged and seemed very wrapped up in his own life story. Silk thought to himself that he was idly curious what this stallion might be holding back, deep inside his thorax. Through the roots and bugs that crawled through the holes that had been dug. He would not surface for air. The worms that crawled, the larvae that squirmed. A silly girl's remarks grazed his earlobes and his long lobes twitched, but his orbs remained glazed over and his mind was still absent. As absent as the spotted unicorn who clearly was also gone. The mare seemed uncomfortable with the silence, as if she didn't know what to do or say. He couldn't blame her, the silence was heavy and seemed to be nearly tangible. He wondered if he blew out through is soft lips or nares, if he'd be able to see the change in the air. So he did - he blew out through his nares in a soft snort, and suddenly he was in motion. His mind still in the rabbit hole, conversing now with the mice and groundhogs that he stumbled upon, still having not sighted the occupants. His hooves took him around the mare, and he spread his wings, dragging one claw gently over her pale skin as he murmured. What do you know of danger, little girl? Imagination is the gateway to a beautiful life. He smirked and stopped as he finished circling her, stepping a few paces away now from them both and he glanced at Mauja to see what the stallion might think. The spotted one would probably have little to say, but everyone deserves a chance to speak, whether they take it or not. The rabbit hole occupants now found him and welcomed him in to their home. Long ears and furry bodies with paws soft and so clean in spite of the dirt. A burrow that allowed for his mind to expand and the rabbits smiled and invited him for tea. A tea party. That would be lovely.