We wait through the hours of cold

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[OPEN] We wait through the hours of cold

Zubari Posts: 52

World's Edge Colt

Colt :: Unicorn :: 17.1 :: 1Year 8 Months

Kuuma :: Melanistic African Civet :: None Dressy

11-30-2016, 10:23 PM

ZUBARI
I'm The Truth You're Afraid Of .

Trotting off and as happy as Zubari could be, he ventured from his little hut. The term happy must be used loosely with the chocolate spotted boy. For what was happiness? For some, it was a walk on a beautiful day; others are happy around family, but ask yourself one more time. What is Happiness? What defines someone being happy? The feeling deep in the pit of one's stomach that bring a smile to one's face could be the sense that others feel for sorrow. Everyone is different, not one person feels the same emotions as the others, well if they do then they are a cookie cutter. Doomed to feel as others feel for the rest of their life. They would never really know the true meaning of emotions. The boy felt sorry for people who did not know how to feel their own emotions. The gut feeling that was lurking behind the wall that was built up to suppress it. Why should he care, it is not like they will ever change right?

Rustling, crunching, the sound of roaring hooves brought his attention back to reality. Golden eyes flicked through the trees to find the source of all the racket. A lone winged mare standing out of breath. Narrowing his gaze upon her the boy scrutinized the woman from where he stood. Of course, he would never let her see that she would only see the King's son. He trotted closer until he saw the red streaks on her hooves and in the snow. His head turned moving to follow the trail. Its body was in the snow; cold, mangled, bleeding, and dead. Turning hi head slowly to the mare his bright golden eyes darkened "You killed it... What did the bunny ever do to you!? You're heartless and cold. Do you feel good about yourself? Taking the life of an innocent animal just because you can? You must have some low self-esteem to have satisfaction over this poor soul. " His words darted from his mouth like poison. They held a child-like innocent that was twisted into each letter. The boy knew how to use his words and make it seem like he did not mean what he said. Zubari enjoyed leaving a splinter in your foot that would fester and wound you later after he was gone of course. He held a smile, a sweet child's smile that did not match a single word that came from his maw. "I am Zubari."

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