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09-16-2015, 08:35 PM
It's like he's surrounded by idiots who don't know where the fuck they are.
Well, Madigan sure (thought he) did, his muzzle turned to the sky, the ground still a little unsteady underneath him as they all came rolling forward on all types of different hooves. Others arrived as well, falling into the weird atmosphere with a lightness about themselves that he hadn't seen in many for a long time.
A smile spread from cheek to cheek as he trots forward and greets everyone he sees with a long and proud bow, in this movement maybe in the light another could see the spots all over his pelt start to glimmer and glisten and glow as his body darkened to a dark shade of the night, stars sparkling his body in a matter of minutes. Seconds.
A sarcastic voice fell from his jaw and into the atmosphere, "well that was uncalled for." He smirks at his own body, seeing as the stars glisten and glitter across his pelt like the night sky. He knew that if he got excited or anxious or mad his body would change to match the colors. He knew well.
Though it never really flattered anyone at all. It was a regular thing back in his homeland. For equines to have this magical ability to do things like this to their body out of extreme emotion or just will. It was regular.
But the horses around him, covering up the space around the blood-red falls...they seemed just like him, but a little bit more regular in a way.
I guess my ma always said that I was different..
Well, Madigan sure (thought he) did, his muzzle turned to the sky, the ground still a little unsteady underneath him as they all came rolling forward on all types of different hooves. Others arrived as well, falling into the weird atmosphere with a lightness about themselves that he hadn't seen in many for a long time.
A smile spread from cheek to cheek as he trots forward and greets everyone he sees with a long and proud bow, in this movement maybe in the light another could see the spots all over his pelt start to glimmer and glisten and glow as his body darkened to a dark shade of the night, stars sparkling his body in a matter of minutes. Seconds.
A sarcastic voice fell from his jaw and into the atmosphere, "well that was uncalled for." He smirks at his own body, seeing as the stars glisten and glitter across his pelt like the night sky. He knew that if he got excited or anxious or mad his body would change to match the colors. He knew well.
Though it never really flattered anyone at all. It was a regular thing back in his homeland. For equines to have this magical ability to do things like this to their body out of extreme emotion or just will. It was regular.
But the horses around him, covering up the space around the blood-red falls...they seemed just like him, but a little bit more regular in a way.
I guess my ma always said that I was different..
