by blackoutTaxonomist » Mon Mar 28, 2011 9:27 am
((Voice of The Gods: ALEXIS, BEAR NEEEEEEEEEDDDSSSSSS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU x] ))
Davonte's ambling walk turned to a run when he spotted the group of three horses in the distance. One of them was laying on the ground motionless... Upon closer inspection, it was the little stallion Nischa and he was breathing hard, but he didn't seem to be bleeding anymore. The dagger was no where to be found, it must have fallen out a while back.
Davonte dropped to his knees before his little horse and embraced his head, planting his own face on Nischa's broad forehead. The horse did not struggle to move its head away from him out of dignity, and Davonte moved back to study the wound. It was very deep, but it must not have hurt anything too important, otherwise Nischa would be dead by now. Perhaps he was just tired, or feeling a little shocked. "Look what that witch did to you." He said, his voice a husky whisper.
"The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence."
from The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chickensmoothie
married to CS
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"auto&rev"
i had the
cogwheel of
my grass
TRADING PETS FROM MY "TRADES" GROUP FOR THIS HORSE
Hoard pet--Only accepting reasonable trades