07-06-2018, 05:06 AM
Leilan
Your beauty is beyond compare -
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
oh, if I could hear but one song from you
I shall hail thee Queen of Birds...
He still hasn’t gone to Nerine. Hah. Let her wait for him. In the meantime, he can do other things. Like roaming the common lands. Visiting Loess. Showering under the waterfall and see is the mermaid is still there. Flirt with other girls.
Well, he’s done his fair share of that, his whole life actually. And still he hasn’t got a load of children like Carnage, so he’s pretty glad about that. Or, not-glad because it means that they so quickly forget him and go home with another man. Eh. Right now, at this point in life, he doesn’t care what or who they do after him - as long as they don’t reject him either. But when she left, he didn’t know how to cope. Other than finding the next woman who was actually interested.
The air is crisp, breeding season long gone. Which means he can cool off a bit, and perhaps that is the best thing to do. He shakes his glittering mane which has collected a few snowflakes - the forest it is, today. He doesn’t fancy getting wet very much.
His reddish body stands out between the barren trees, a fleck of autumn-coloured horse in winter, like he doesn’t belong. He doesn’t feel like he belongs in winter, truth be told. His only trait is coldness, and when the world is cold already, there isn’t much use to it. Except maybe if he got attacked, but who’d attack anyone in winter? Right. No-one. So, he has no use today.
Perhaps he should just go home.
Well, he’s done his fair share of that, his whole life actually. And still he hasn’t got a load of children like Carnage, so he’s pretty glad about that. Or, not-glad because it means that they so quickly forget him and go home with another man. Eh. Right now, at this point in life, he doesn’t care what or who they do after him - as long as they don’t reject him either. But when she left, he didn’t know how to cope. Other than finding the next woman who was actually interested.
The air is crisp, breeding season long gone. Which means he can cool off a bit, and perhaps that is the best thing to do. He shakes his glittering mane which has collected a few snowflakes - the forest it is, today. He doesn’t fancy getting wet very much.
His reddish body stands out between the barren trees, a fleck of autumn-coloured horse in winter, like he doesn’t belong. He doesn’t feel like he belongs in winter, truth be told. His only trait is coldness, and when the world is cold already, there isn’t much use to it. Except maybe if he got attacked, but who’d attack anyone in winter? Right. No-one. So, he has no use today.
Perhaps he should just go home.
there's something here that doesn't make sense
let's go and poke it with a stick
let's go and poke it with a stick
@[Marmalade] okay so he’s slightly more depressed than I thought, but I’m pretty sure she could warm him up quickly
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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