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01-02-2014, 03:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-02-2014, 03:20 PM by Windwalker.)
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Windwalker Tell Me, Would You Kill To Save A Life? Like his name suggested, Windwalker could not stay in one place for long. Of course he would return to Africa and the herd, but right now, he had to be alone. Too much had happened for him and all of it were positive. That could only mean one of two things; either something bad was about to happen or he would screw up bigtime. He snorted as that thought erupted to the surface. Of course he would screw up sooner or later, it was in his nature to do so. Why the hell should things change now? He knew himself too well. He would get restless and use too much energy to ponder things, and then he could hurt someone. He had tried to not think of the first time he met a herd after beeing abandoned, for..well..it had not ended well. His anger got the best of him and he had almost killed a.. No, this was not the time to ponder such things. All he had to do now, was to focus on the good things, and by that he ment the one good thing that had wandered his way, Africa. His heart almost skipped a beat at the thought of the mare. She was the most perfect specimen he had ever laid his brown eyes upon, even if she had only one wing. Maybe he should do something nice for her, as a thank you for the nice way she had treated him. He smiled at the thought and stopped at the edge of the river. But how? He knew next to nothing how to treat a lady or even be a friend. This could be tricky. As his eyes wandered the landscape, but all he could see was thistles and lots of them. Maybe she liked them? Well, it was only one way to find out. He left the river at a canter and began to look for the thistles he liked the best, but he soon realized they all looked the same. So he changed tactic and bent down to rip one out of the ground. His thoughts were too clouded for him to think straight, so he did not think about the pain that would spread as he bit over the stalk and leaves. "Phucking hell!!" He cried it out loud and opened his mouth to get rid of this damned plant that now hung in his mane and mouth. Not even a violent shake of his head helped, as it just got tangled in his hair even more. It fell out of his mouth though, but that was not relief enough, for he could taste a little blood and he looked extremely stupid. "Stupid, fucking plant. Why the hell do you even exist when all you bring to this wold is pain?" His anger sparked as he looked at the evil plant. He should destroy them all! This he tried to do, by jumping and kicking them, still with the thistle in his mane. "Diiiiiiieeeeeee!"
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