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08-08-2013, 06:21 PM
Dúchanar
Gather round, gather round , Ladies and gentlemen
Come from far, come from wide The moment you've all been waiting for Tonight Join us as we explore the spine-chilling mystery of death The skull faced stallion headed to the spectral marsh. last time he had been here he had met the very interesting stallion who went by the name of Loki. He ad a very strange personality much like his own. It was quite an interesting meeting, the brute would give that. It had been awhile since the dark ebony stallion had done some traveling and it was much needed. He needed time to think. He had become closer to Thor, who was now one of the leaders along side Mirage. Thor had become the only horse that Duch could trust. He told the large stallion everything. He could tell Thor was weary about him but he was trying to trust him. It was strange and Duch felt himself becoming softer. Was he? No he couldn't. He couldn't let down his walls he took so long to build up. And then there was his foal with Lana. He didn't even know if his baby was alive, or dead, and frankly he didn't really care. He used Lana as a way to blow off some steam. He didn't know if he could ever officially like another mare after his long lost love Nova. His mind was full of everything that was just wrong. He didn't even know himself anymore. Would he end up betraying the one horse who always saw the best in him? Could he do that to Thor. He honestly didnt know anymore and it killed him. He was loosing himself. His long black legs stretched out in front of him as he walked. Stopping at the edge of the water he looked down, his white and red mane falling into his face as he looked at his reflection. He snorted and stepped into the water making his face a blur. Talk, walk and do your thang here. TALKING TO YOUR HOMIES 300 words (sorry its so short frostie)
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