04-06-2015, 11:41 AM
It had been ages since Sheppard had returned to the meadow. For months he had crossed over the lands of Beqanna visiting each and every kingdom to see which area may suit him best. The other abundance of pleasantries and occasion rough goings had been overwhelming to say the least. It had been as though each group were willing to spill blood in order to have him stay. Promises of health, satisfaction, eventual high rankings... Yet not once was it just simply said "we would enjoy your company for a while. Why not just stay and see?"
You would think if they were so eager to get him to stick around they wouldn't stop trying the moment they thought they didn't have a chance. But who knows. Maybe he just hadn't met the right ones. Yet. Standing at the creek bed, Sheppard looked down towards the water watching the small minnows dart inbetween the light strands of grass poking along the edge. Beautiful they were, but all Sheppard could see in the action was skilled movements of creatures aimlessly living a life that only consisted of sex, feeding and simple survival.
Slowly looking up the young man glanced around being sure to take note of his surroundings. He was always on alert, ready for whatever life may bring at him. His dark eyes finally rested on a small blue bird hopping at the base of an ancient oak and with a soft sigh he shifted his weight. Wings brushing against his side he tilted his head slowly wondering what it must like to be so tiny. And then without blinking he was suddenly stomping his hoof, causing the bird to tweet nervously as it took flight towards the closest branch
With a soft chuckle he looked up at the bird before tsking softly in disappointment. He never had liked such fragile creatures and not only that but they occasionally loved to find their way above just to shit on ones back and let me tell you something, Sheppard was not a fan and never will be of free falling poo.
You would think if they were so eager to get him to stick around they wouldn't stop trying the moment they thought they didn't have a chance. But who knows. Maybe he just hadn't met the right ones. Yet. Standing at the creek bed, Sheppard looked down towards the water watching the small minnows dart inbetween the light strands of grass poking along the edge. Beautiful they were, but all Sheppard could see in the action was skilled movements of creatures aimlessly living a life that only consisted of sex, feeding and simple survival.
Slowly looking up the young man glanced around being sure to take note of his surroundings. He was always on alert, ready for whatever life may bring at him. His dark eyes finally rested on a small blue bird hopping at the base of an ancient oak and with a soft sigh he shifted his weight. Wings brushing against his side he tilted his head slowly wondering what it must like to be so tiny. And then without blinking he was suddenly stomping his hoof, causing the bird to tweet nervously as it took flight towards the closest branch
With a soft chuckle he looked up at the bird before tsking softly in disappointment. He never had liked such fragile creatures and not only that but they occasionally loved to find their way above just to shit on ones back and let me tell you something, Sheppard was not a fan and never will be of free falling poo.
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