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12-30-2013, 05:58 PM
More explorations! More fun! Or at least that was what Crake hoped. He wasn’t quite ready to head back up north just yet so he thought he might tour around, see what sort of trouble he could get into. He didn’t think it would be too hard, there were plenty of strangers that he could piss off some way or another. Or maybe he could find a friend. Hahaha. Ruby was probably the closest he was going to get to a friend for a while. But mostly Crake was just relieved to still be running around free. Anywhere that didn’t make it a habit to sacrifice colts was a place he could get behind happily! Honestly he wasn’t asking a lot. Just to make it to maturity, maybe find a couple mares to screw around with, and a crown. Once all that happened they could sacrifice him all they wanted! None of this boring little life living all peacefully. Crake didn’t want to die at a ripe old age. He wanted to go out with flare. Once he had lived, of course. The reason why these thoughts were bouncing around his head, unfortunately, was because he rather felt like death wasn’t all that far away after all. He had wandered south after the Meadow and found himself in the Spectral Marsh. Of course he didn’t know the name, but it was so fitting on this day. Outside this land the sun was shining bright, a warm autumn afternoon, but underneath the gnarled trees he felt cold – colder than he had in the Basin. There was an unnatural chill as he tried to find a path. And there were noises, he was certain he was being followed. Not by anything rational, but by something fierce and bloodthirsty. The was nothing there. But the day felt darker. I’m being such an idiot. He thinks. Indeed, he was. A smarter horse would have run. But Crake had it in his mind that he was going to go forward until he couldn’t any longer. And that did not take long. The fear settled in now, thick and consuming, causing him to stumble once or twice - splashing into the murky marsh waters - as he looked for the source (none!) before finally stopping dead in his tracks. This wasn't fight or flight - it wasy 'stay put and hope whatever it is would think you were so pathetic it would leave you alone'. No, no, no. I’m supposed to live this time! Crake |
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table by sevin <3
table by sevin <3
