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03-21-2017, 02:26 AM
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The curly-haired gelding, cloaked in a vibrant cloak of mithril tread softly through the undergrowth. While his steps were short, his breathing grew faster, angrier, as a fierce pain and pining for food took over all feeling and thinking. He had to eat; he had to drink. Already he was dehydrated, his skin stretched over his ribs and face showing unfortunate signs of age that generally would not had he been well fed. In truth, he had found it much easier to hunt in his new home of the basin - it was just that he now felt a thousand times more concious of being caught in the act of tackling down an elk like a lion and drinking it's blood than he had at the Edge. Their good opinion was lost, and lost forever. The people of the basin, however, were a much different story. So as he crossed a creek, weary toes treading aimlessly along a well-worn path, Toulouse cause sight of a burrowing rabbit; one who until now would have no reason to fear an equine such as he. His kill was a quick, perhaps painless, chomp to the buck's head. And thus began his feast. SNAP! A branch near by cried out under the weight of another. toulouse's head keeled upwards from his meal, and once again he rushed backwards to the creek he had crossed momentarily to wash the ghastly amounts of blood from his face. A quick splash and slosh around was all it took to remove it, then a rub on the grass below. Peering curiously through the trees, sighing with relief once he was certain he had not been discovered, Toulouse observed a curious looking mare. She owned an impressive set of horns and a daring stone-coloured pelt - it would be a crime not to introduce himself. Striding forth, the phantom brothe past the tree line and spoke a gentle, quiet "Good evening" to the doe. |
sorry this was the shittiest post ive ever done legit
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
