11-29-2016, 10:03 PM
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Occasionally, every now and then, there comes a day where an opportunity presents itself to shake the past from you. Today was one such day. And beside an old and twisted tree trunk where Etojo had slept immersed in many a dream. He awoke with a sudden start, he had an idea. He rose rapidly on stiff and cracking limbs and set off. Though not without first grabbing a solid mouthful of oh so lush grass for the journey. How he had missed its juicy tang when for so long all he could stomach was rotting flesh and on occasion, something more bloody and fresh. He was glad of the curse being lifted, though how and by what being he did not know. Though that hardly mattered now either, and Etojo dismissed those thoughts rapidly as he re-shifted his focus back to his idea, it was all consuming. And as such, time passed, and the bulk of the journey elapsed quickly. He wasn’t sure where he needed to go, exactly. Though he had heard whisperings of the den being somewhat near here. Halting momentarily, he strained his ears to listen out for the cries of motherless despair he was so certain would echo like squeals of doom through the forest. But there was only silence on that front, save for the rustle of leaves and sweet chirpy birds. It was eerily peaceful here, and not racked by the helpless voices of abandonment he had expected. For the first time his plan was tinged with uncertainty. He felt directionless. To his right, the leaves were green and rustling, to his left, he found the same. All was similar rather than dissimilar, there was no magical pathway to light the way to the den, and he supposed he lacked a mother’s instinct to somehow knowingly know the way… if that was even a thing. He felt his idea stutter, it’s first kink. It would never work if he couldn’t find the damn place. Yet he had come this far, gone this deep… and like so many other aspects of his lonely and awkward life, this plan too was seemingly heading down the pathway of failure, a failure he had grown sick of. Mommy! Is that you? The little voice was the beacon he needed. He swivelled towards its direction and plunged himself into the dense leaves and branches that seemed to be some sort of strange foliage barrier he presumed was to keep away the undesirables. Eventually, with a huzza he burst through the last tangle of leaves and into the hollow. Finally, his idea would be realised. Finally, he had not failed. Finally, Etojo realised with both shock and confusion, followed by an ample amount of frustration that was only building and building, he realised with great displeasure he wasn’t the only one who had the ingenious idea to kidnap a foal-thing on a day like today. He came to an abrupt halt, teeth clenched and muscles tense. He wasn’t sure how he would handle this unforeseen kink in the scheme though he was sure he would formulate a crazy plan soon. One thing he was certain of though, was that no one left this hollow until he had the foal. And to make that perfectly clear to the sweet voiced mare who was contaminating the little creatures head with the soothing words of a wannabe mother, he stated so. “No one is moving.” |
i hope you guys don't mind, he just... had to.