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05-26-2013, 08:40 PM
Stuck.
That is what I am. Caught here by Lakota. The silver fae had kept me here, though she hasn't kept close tabs on me. I had lingered where many didn't. I hid from everyone and let myself grow. I had been on a slight hiatus in the herd, though I still had been here. Now, I slip out during the dead of night. Silently, with deadly venom in my eyes. I come out from the shadows and into the moonlit night. Everything is quiet, and I embark on a journey out of the Foothills. I let my pace waver at a trot. My steps are quiet, and that is hard to do considering how stocky I am. I was muscled and quite brutish looking. I rather enjoyed my form though. I was of average height, and I had two menacing horns to stab with. My orbs searching for a way out of this prison. Within a second from a trot to a gallop, I make headway to where I think the entrance is. I know if I get off this land and past the borders, I'm free. My banner waving behind me. My hooves churning the well fed earth as I moved with astonishing speed.
I missed my father, Spots. He'd introduced me here, and I wanted him deeply. Just the presence of him would make me happy. Though he looked creepy and distorted with his horn like that, he'd accepted me and helped me. I knew someone else wouldn't have parented me like he did. I didn't know his real name, and mine was quite childish so I'd have to think of another name.
Ktulu and Ophelia, they are the heads hear though I believe they aren't worth the superior title. Ophelia seems more level headed than Ktulu, but they both were blunt. Ophelia was marginally nicer. She'd given me my freedom, though, she hadn't understood anything. Ktulu is the dark mare who wanted my guard to poison me and use force.
My guard Lakota has indeed earned my respect, though that is for her superiority because of her magic. With out the godly gift of magic, she would have no respect from me.
That is what I am. Caught here by Lakota. The silver fae had kept me here, though she hasn't kept close tabs on me. I had lingered where many didn't. I hid from everyone and let myself grow. I had been on a slight hiatus in the herd, though I still had been here. Now, I slip out during the dead of night. Silently, with deadly venom in my eyes. I come out from the shadows and into the moonlit night. Everything is quiet, and I embark on a journey out of the Foothills. I let my pace waver at a trot. My steps are quiet, and that is hard to do considering how stocky I am. I was muscled and quite brutish looking. I rather enjoyed my form though. I was of average height, and I had two menacing horns to stab with. My orbs searching for a way out of this prison. Within a second from a trot to a gallop, I make headway to where I think the entrance is. I know if I get off this land and past the borders, I'm free. My banner waving behind me. My hooves churning the well fed earth as I moved with astonishing speed.
I missed my father, Spots. He'd introduced me here, and I wanted him deeply. Just the presence of him would make me happy. Though he looked creepy and distorted with his horn like that, he'd accepted me and helped me. I knew someone else wouldn't have parented me like he did. I didn't know his real name, and mine was quite childish so I'd have to think of another name.
Ktulu and Ophelia, they are the heads hear though I believe they aren't worth the superior title. Ophelia seems more level headed than Ktulu, but they both were blunt. Ophelia was marginally nicer. She'd given me my freedom, though, she hadn't understood anything. Ktulu is the dark mare who wanted my guard to poison me and use force.
My guard Lakota has indeed earned my respect, though that is for her superiority because of her magic. With out the godly gift of magic, she would have no respect from me.
