06-18-2017, 03:56 PM
His eyes burned , and his ears flicked at her words. She was following him, for a story? His reply was short, gutteral.
"There is no story to tell you Goose."
As much distaste he held for the mare he was being honest. He felt as though there was no story he had woven for himself.
His story spoke of travel, and waste. Though now it burned with bright flecks of ember and volcanic rock. The rock that was encrusted in his hooves. Burning him internally at the thought.
"But what is your story?"
"There is no story to tell you Goose."
As much distaste he held for the mare he was being honest. He felt as though there was no story he had woven for himself.
His story spoke of travel, and waste. Though now it burned with bright flecks of ember and volcanic rock. The rock that was encrusted in his hooves. Burning him internally at the thought.
"But what is your story?"
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