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10-24-2015, 12:29 AM
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| Was there ever going to be a battle on this damn soil where he would walk away without getting his ass burned by some stupid corrupted god?! Ignoring the heat and painful burns down the side of his cheek the stallion just concentrated on walking. First a damn crocodile and now a tar like beast that had no business being in the middle of a damn forest leaking flammable tar. Of course the logical thing to do would be to set the tiger on fire but how soon did we forget that they still needed to get close to the creature to kill it! Mumbling unintelligibly to himself as he stalked along ranting about all the things that had bugged him it was finally the appearance of a mare that drew his attention. Stopping beneath one of the shaded conifers he watched the mare pace around almost madly obviously distressed by something or another. Was it everyone around here that had problems? The original plan was to just ignore anyone who happened to cross his path and just carry on his way but something instead brought him closer to the brindled girl rather than away. Here he was storming through yet another unknown land and just happens to find a distressed mare standing within the water. What did they expect him to do? He couldn't very well just pass on by now, could he? Lowering his head to try and brush away some of the tar from his burns he only managed to cause himself more pain by peeling some of the skin with the tar glob. If there was any more of their gods here in this Helovia he had half the mind to just let the inhabitants deal with them instead of sticking out his neck for those who obviously hated his presence. Each and everyone of them looked upon those of his land as disease filled idiots that were useless. Why they lifted a finger to help he would never know but if they wanted to get their feet dirty why not let them. It would have saved the unsightly burns that never seemed to heal upon his neck, shoulder, sides and now his beautiful face. Giving up on removing the black debris the golden strode over to the brook purposefully with his eyes scanning over the mare's petite frame. Now what caused her distress he wondered silently meeting her eye with a polite nod before dipping his muzzle to the water's surface. •• NOTES: Sorry for delay •• “We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
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