Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2011 20:02:31 GMT -5
- "Why is everything here completely pointless?
"Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy." -
The ground was still cold today. Seemed sweet compared to the bitter breeze running through the sky, tearing under the skin and making bones shiver. The spring was on it's way indeed, and yet some were still reserved about the forth coming summer, the happy days of beach weather and fun.
Crisis was quite happy keeping himself to himself, he was at an age where if you didn't make friends easily, if you didn't exactly attract females; and even if you did. They would spit you back out in a second. Well overall he was rather alone, accepting it gratefully.
Peculiar he never seemed bothered by this fact, yes he met lots of people. He traveled a lot never settled down or stopped to see life for a bit more than a chore.
The small puddle of water from the day before became useful as he dipped his head and his mane draped into the water soaking it through as he sucked up the clean water. Taking a few sniffs and nibbles of the surrounding grass he lifted his crown and there were a few horses in the distance he could see in his peripheral vision.
They were not important though, unless they seemed of a clever nature he would not approach first, although he loved company he would never initiate the contact first.
Crisis nipped at his shoulder as something made him itch, perhaps the thought of everyone settling down here. He thought to himself how foolish these stallions were, the wandering herd was always the opposite to him but he tagged along some of the way for contact nevertheless.
"Perhaps I should take a stroll, I did wake up late and I've been here at least three days now... Yep. Talking to myself is unproductive as ever it seems."
"Candy doesn't have to have a point. That's why it's candy." -
The ground was still cold today. Seemed sweet compared to the bitter breeze running through the sky, tearing under the skin and making bones shiver. The spring was on it's way indeed, and yet some were still reserved about the forth coming summer, the happy days of beach weather and fun.
Crisis was quite happy keeping himself to himself, he was at an age where if you didn't make friends easily, if you didn't exactly attract females; and even if you did. They would spit you back out in a second. Well overall he was rather alone, accepting it gratefully.
Peculiar he never seemed bothered by this fact, yes he met lots of people. He traveled a lot never settled down or stopped to see life for a bit more than a chore.
The small puddle of water from the day before became useful as he dipped his head and his mane draped into the water soaking it through as he sucked up the clean water. Taking a few sniffs and nibbles of the surrounding grass he lifted his crown and there were a few horses in the distance he could see in his peripheral vision.
They were not important though, unless they seemed of a clever nature he would not approach first, although he loved company he would never initiate the contact first.
Crisis nipped at his shoulder as something made him itch, perhaps the thought of everyone settling down here. He thought to himself how foolish these stallions were, the wandering herd was always the opposite to him but he tagged along some of the way for contact nevertheless.
"Perhaps I should take a stroll, I did wake up late and I've been here at least three days now... Yep. Talking to myself is unproductive as ever it seems."