12-05-2015, 02:03 AM
He is so bored.
The young stallion stalks through the trees, muttering to himself quietly under his breath. He’s so, so tired of this place, of the endless boredom, and having to deal with his idiotic mother on a daily basis. The wretched mare near drives him crazy … but no more.
The weepy thing has tried to keep him from the other members of the Chamber, telling him that she doesn’t want him to associate with the ‘darkness’ living here. But he’s had enough. He’s two now, practically an adult. He won’t let her weakness control him any more.
He keeps walking until he reaches a great open space. The ground is covered in hoof prints, and the scent of other horses fills his nose. He must be close to the centre of the kingdom.
He settles in quietly under the spreading boughs of an old oak, and leans against the thick, rough bark. His red eyes, so like his father’s, calmly scan the land before him, analyzing what he sees, and keeping a look out for other members of the Chamber. To his knowledge, the Chamber is still one of the more active kingdoms, and it’s queen keeps a vigilant watch on the kingdoms members and borders - no doubt someone will appear soon. He only hopes they can keep him entertained.
(OOC: Ah this is a god awful post. First time posting him.)
The young stallion stalks through the trees, muttering to himself quietly under his breath. He’s so, so tired of this place, of the endless boredom, and having to deal with his idiotic mother on a daily basis. The wretched mare near drives him crazy … but no more.
The weepy thing has tried to keep him from the other members of the Chamber, telling him that she doesn’t want him to associate with the ‘darkness’ living here. But he’s had enough. He’s two now, practically an adult. He won’t let her weakness control him any more.
He keeps walking until he reaches a great open space. The ground is covered in hoof prints, and the scent of other horses fills his nose. He must be close to the centre of the kingdom.
He settles in quietly under the spreading boughs of an old oak, and leans against the thick, rough bark. His red eyes, so like his father’s, calmly scan the land before him, analyzing what he sees, and keeping a look out for other members of the Chamber. To his knowledge, the Chamber is still one of the more active kingdoms, and it’s queen keeps a vigilant watch on the kingdoms members and borders - no doubt someone will appear soon. He only hopes they can keep him entertained.
(OOC: Ah this is a god awful post. First time posting him.)