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Post by whovian on Dec 29, 2011 13:49:05 GMT -5
The Doctor
Sniff.
Sniff.
Sniffle.
The black stallion paused. How odd. He looked around, then dropped his head to the path he was standing on. He sniffed again. It was very strange, this place. Such an unusual mixture of smells, it was almost impossible to tell scents apart. Bears, foxes, horses, badgers, coons, all sorts of critters walked this trail. It was a very good trail to be on if you didn't want to be followed. The black horse's head shot up, and he stared behind him, ears pricked for a moment. He appeared to be alone. So, the horse moved on. This was all rather new to him, as the part of the universe he came from was quite different....er....world. Why did he say universe? The black stallion shook his head.
"You're not making any sense," he grumbled to himself. Then, he paused. "Of course not. I never make sense, not even to myself! Well...okay I make sense to myself obviously, but not to anyone else, no, but for now, it's just me..." he trailed off from this little babble, and continued walking at a brisk pace. Yes, he was alone, but that was good...it was good to be alone, especially for a sod like himself. Even though he was lonely, it still felt good to be alone. To not have to explain every minute detail to the blithering idiots who ran around with him...no, that wasn't quite right, blithering idiots. They weren't idiots, in fact some of them had been brilliant...but they were all gone now, and that was that, and there was no changing it.
The place hew was in was really quite beautiful; the wind whispering softly through the trees, and all being quiet otherwise. The wind swirled a little faster, and suddenly, a gust blew right past the stallion, whipping his mane and tail about. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling, and then as suddenly as it came, the gust was gone, and he continued along his way, refreshed, and a little more content.
muse; not fab, getting better
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Post by sianjane on Dec 30, 2011 11:02:43 GMT -5
QUANA
What a idle place.
The pale figure weaved silently through the trees, her dark eyes picking up every movement. Auds flicked forward, Quana walked briskly. She could sense someone had recently walked this way. Just then, a fox came running through the trees. The mare paused, looking down to the critter's shocked expression. It trotted off quickly, afraid of Quana's very prensense, sending the little git into a whirlwind of pleasure.
Eargerly trotting forward, the amber champagne mare heard babbling ahead, and her flaxen mane patted lightly to her shoulder as she stopped and stared. A great black stud.
WIP SOON TO BE FINISHED!
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