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Before I go insane

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09-30-2012, 01:24 AM


Sandman
There's something I'm not revealing...





The large chestnut stallion trudged through the forest. He appeared as most weary travelers would, mud splattered and tired, with just a hint of loneliness. His eyes, however, betrayed a flicker of annoyance. Trees, trees, trees, he thought to himself. Trees and mud, mud and trees, and absolutely nothing to DO! He wished bitterly that the forest would end soon. The place had a peaceful, timeless feel to it, as if it had been this way forever, would still be this way when the bones of his grandfoals were rotting on the ground, picked at by scavengers, and wasn’t that a cheerful thought?

He shook his head to clear it of such morbid musings. Damn forest was making him insane. Sandman had never liked forests to begin with, and the eternalness of this one doubly irritated his chaotic, ever-changing mind. Perhaps he would find a way to make this place change. A fire maybe, though it would be difficult to create. Not yet though, not until he had a good feel for the land.

Through this entire thought process his expression had stayed the same. A mask, but a very convincing one. It was easier this way, easier to play the pleasant, though tired, nomad. Let others see this face, the charming, sane stallion. Keep them from suspecting the manipulative mind underneath.

What would Guen think of this place? He supposed it didn’t much matter. Guenhwyvar, his travelling companion of five years, had left him, choosing instead to settle down and lead a herd. Yippee for him. Still, he missed the Friesian deeply. His nature had prevented him from staying with his friend in Cedar, and now here he was bored.

Bored, bored, bored. Trees, trees, trees. His thoughts went in circles, further underlining just how terribly this forest affected him.
Finally the draft stallion stopped, unwilling to risk getting even more lost than he was. He reared up, letting loose a loud whinny, hoping to draw another horse to him. He could smell others, and perhaps one could point the way out of this maddening place. His forelegs returned to the earth with a muffled thump, and he waited.


OOC:
"walk walk walk."
"talk talk talk."
"think think think."


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