The Courage You Have Left [Open,Grey]

The Courage You Have Left [Open,Grey]

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11-25-2012, 09:43 AM

Alcina looked down upon the passing world hoping to find a decent landing place. For miles trees stretched out before him. The view below was getting so predictable for him. He pricked his ears at the sight of what might just be a clearing,he speed up,wanting to land as soon as he could. He had been flying for what seemed like an eternity. He hadn't eaten well for a few days and it was starting to show. His wings felt heavy and weak and his head was hanging low when he would normally hold it high and proud.

Yes,it is a clearing. He slowed and start to the circle the land that was free of trees,getting lower each time until his hoofs were firmly on the ground. He folded in his wings,resting them on his side,keeping the heat the ever lasting coldness stole from him as well as to rest them. He pricked his ears listening for any noise that could show signs of others.At least I’m not being chased anymore. The speech alerted Alcina. He pricked his ears and headed towards the words.

though the trees and ever blowing snow he could make out the black and white shape of a horse,a long horn,a beautiful blue,it marked him as a unicorn. He stood,in all his power and beauty,holding his wings out to make him look bigger and strong and bowig his head,his mane fell down onto his face. "Greetings fellow horse,who are you?" He held his head up higher and stepped towards the horse till they were only meters apart. He have no sign of fear to the other horse. He didn't need fear him. He was already sure he was more powerful then the other. He waited for a replay. Growing slightly inpatient he stamped his hoof and took a step forward,flicking his ears back for a while before returning them to face the horse,waiting for a replay.

"blah blah blah"

my heart still feels divided
halfway between, wrong and right

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