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12-20-2012, 05:22 PM
Rebel made his way though the Threshold,the scent of sweet grass drowning him in heaven. A small stream trickles past in a small formation that he easily clears with a stride over in. His jet eyes held the gaze of a birds. A blue creature,small,but with a big chest. It bellows out a note. Note a soothing sound either. More like the bellow of a bear. How did a bird's noise get to that? Long,thick grass brushed past him, prodding his legs up to his knees. He dipped his head,curling his lips round the lush grass before tugging it up and forcing it down him. The fresh taste was reliving. The strand of rope hanging from the loop round his neck fell softly onto the grass. He had attempted to get it of but had failed, miserably.
Now he carried himself back over the the small stream,deciding it was time for a drink. He dipped his muzzle in,taking care for his mane and the end of the rope not to fall into the cool liquid. The refreshing trickle of it down his throat was almost enough to make him quiver with joy. It had been a while since he had such a good,peaceful drink. Lifting his head again he continued to look around him. The bird,it seemed,had disappeared into thin air,and thank god. A bird was meant to to make a beautiful sound,not one of a strangled cat. All different shaped and colored trees were placed randomly around the small opening he had found himself,and the branches stuck out in all different,odd directions. If it was meant to look organized it had failed drastically. Pricking his ears he continued to graze. There wasn't much here except the lush grass.
Now he carried himself back over the the small stream,deciding it was time for a drink. He dipped his muzzle in,taking care for his mane and the end of the rope not to fall into the cool liquid. The refreshing trickle of it down his throat was almost enough to make him quiver with joy. It had been a while since he had such a good,peaceful drink. Lifting his head again he continued to look around him. The bird,it seemed,had disappeared into thin air,and thank god. A bird was meant to to make a beautiful sound,not one of a strangled cat. All different shaped and colored trees were placed randomly around the small opening he had found himself,and the branches stuck out in all different,odd directions. If it was meant to look organized it had failed drastically. Pricking his ears he continued to graze. There wasn't much here except the lush grass.
