Post by katteas on Dec 22, 2009 12:12:38 GMT -5
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I want to go home
Ø I apologies, for my dear readers, this isn’t a story of exaggerated proportions, I can’t promise you the world that you will be engaged to fallow this brute where ever he goes, to find out everything he does. I can’t say that after reading this you will remember who he was even. In fact right when you leave this page, he could easily be wiped from your memory; he has always been like this. So I hope that you forgive me when I say these words, but perhaps you can find it in yourselves to love a stallion, who can hardly feel. Now lovely readers, grab a cup of tea, and start reading…
ØToday was a new day, I had already washed what things I killed, made and devoured from my mind; they were of no use to me now – all I needed to know, was that I was a live still, and that came to be so. I’m new in these lands and have thought about who I would develop into from my past in these lands, what hooves would I replace from someone in my past. I have a tendency to never have a self resemblance; I have never been the same brute in a land; always different. Whether I would care about anyone, I would have alliances would all depend on this urge to in fact, hide who I am. Id only brought him out once, and while it wasn’t a bad life, it was very bland. I had my mates and I had my share of ladies and kin, they all grew up and left me and their mother, and their mother grew old and died from a sickness I’d rather not like to discuses. I’d killed my share of equines too, in protection of my beloved family, but within my cadaver now was just skeleton, blood and brute force. My heart had been forced to close up after my loss of my wife, she was my day and night I cared for her dearly. I hardly thought there was chance of me going on living without her, but here I am at seven years old, another .1hand taller to reach 17. Life just seemed to be motionless around me, a bunch of words directed towards me and the sky only stopping its spinning when directed at me. I personally don’t think I have anything to be alive for. Perhaps that’s why I’ve come to this land.
ØI didn’t stop here intentionally, no I was going to go on for days, but a couple of days after I started my journey my knee had begun to hurt; and it was but now that it reached insupportable measures. My fast pace that I had started with, and was hoping to end with, were slowed to a still but steady walk. I made about two different terrines in two days, and once I realized how slow I was going, I decided this was the place. My knees buckled as I stopped, I laid down for the night and in the daybreak, I awoke to find I couldn’t stand effortlessly, I had to try multiple times to bring myself back to life, my white sock on my front left dagger dug into the earth, became soiled and I finally thrust myself up with a quite large display of dirt and other foliage coming off of my body. I shook, and stretched as best as I could, limb by limb. At that point, I felt a lot better, besides my bad knee marked by the sock, and I began to advance until a large pointed cliff came into view. Their seemed to be life forms up on it, and it looked like a very good place to go, for now. After deciding on different things I snorted curled my skull in and began to canter, for there was quite a distance to cover…
ØTail cords whipped in the wind, leaving my coat displaced as the black and scattered white stands met it, sweeping over it as memories did my mind. Within the time I reached the hill I began to slow to a trot, and craned my boa so I could see some life forms spread through the land, all seemed to be full of need to be left alone, except for one. I took in the view, he was a young lad, he was very blandly colored, weren’t we all…? He was shorter than me and I could tell he would be no threat, he was on the edge of the world it looked like, below was the vast blue oceanic views of water. The sun was still rising, and left a wonderful display upon the never ending land, which got me asking the question… how did I get here? I stopped where I was, far enough from him that I could talk and he wouldn’t hear and decided that I should approach him, for he seemed to need something… comfort or something. I couldn’t pin point it, but me leaving and turning away could be the last thing ever considered for him by another living thing.
ØI carried my tall, aching body across the open area over to the lad, stopping as soon as I was in his view, and speaking range – he had been turned against me prior to now. I let out a low bellow towards him to know I wasn’t a threat. My boa was arched, and my black tower, long main and tail with their scattered stands of white, towered above him, I lowered my boa as I stood beside him at an angle so I wouldn’t be as intimidating. The greenery below me weaved within its self, and he had been eating, so I proceeded to do so. Stopping and looking up at him as he ate only to say, hello. If he didn’t respond Id stay by him until he felt comfortable, perhaps. Or I would leave, and go to the mares downhill – hadn’t had that for a long time, it would be stimulating.
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Finished, sorry its so random lol but yeah will be better and more descriptive next time
this is my audition post for him as loner king.
you can roleplay here if you want until it's judged, and use this post as your example, but you'll have to fill out the form on that thread to actually audition.