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05-11-2014, 10:38 PM
I am someone to hate Dalibor looked up from his downward-facing gaze when he heard a feminine voice call out to him. Since when had there been someone else here? "Where ya goin'?" The question was asked with a giggle, and he paused, looking at the sand-encrusted pegasus who had posed it to him. She was light colored with golden markings all over her frame like someone had taken pieces of gold foil and pressed them to her pelt, and an interesting symbol on her face. Like precious, but malleable metal, Dalibor thought, wondering if it mirrored the mare herself. She approached and he decided to continue his walk, despite it taking him in her direction. "Nowhere," he answered poignantly, honestly. It was truth. He had nowhere to go. No real purpose in life. "Where are you going?" he returned, wondering if her answer would be any better. ---------------------------------------------- OOC: Short, but Dalibor's not one for many words. "blah blah blah." "talk talk talk" Thoughts  |
