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11-18-2012, 12:36 PM
I had been standing, thinking, waiting, and watching with dark inky eyes for a long time. Unknown most likely to any other, for I have such a frost-colored pelt, it is blanketed thickly with icey snow. Now that I come back to the world around me, I realize I am shivering. I shake my whole body, splattering frost everywhere. Then I lift my wings, giving the ground around me a chance to replenish in it's hoard of the white stuff. Then I allow my lead-like orbs to question the pegisi brutes.
I had wanted for a long time to find a home, although I wandered enough. My first couple of homes had not been very enticing, although they were homes. Then they escaped my dreadful life and shoved me into the harsh days of exploration as if I were a small bug. Maybe sometimes I act like one. Can you ever be sure unless someone tells you? I change my mind quite often. Does that count as annoying? Although I might be confusing, others can be too.
Then the lavender, horned mare speaks. She obviously wants me to leave with the two of my kind. To be honest, so do I. Then she turns her attention to her kind. So she is interested in going to find a place to reside, too, is she? Well, I decide, we can just go our seperate ways and probably forget each other. Both happy. So, are the pegisi gonna reply or not? I ponder over this to take over my time. I do this often, pondering, thinking, wondering, just to take my time. It usually swallows me up like a giant blob, and I become incoherent to the world around me.
I had wanted for a long time to find a home, although I wandered enough. My first couple of homes had not been very enticing, although they were homes. Then they escaped my dreadful life and shoved me into the harsh days of exploration as if I were a small bug. Maybe sometimes I act like one. Can you ever be sure unless someone tells you? I change my mind quite often. Does that count as annoying? Although I might be confusing, others can be too.
Then the lavender, horned mare speaks. She obviously wants me to leave with the two of my kind. To be honest, so do I. Then she turns her attention to her kind. So she is interested in going to find a place to reside, too, is she? Well, I decide, we can just go our seperate ways and probably forget each other. Both happy. So, are the pegisi gonna reply or not? I ponder over this to take over my time. I do this often, pondering, thinking, wondering, just to take my time. It usually swallows me up like a giant blob, and I become incoherent to the world around me.
