go insane, go insane. throw some glitter make it rain
bore·dom
noun
It wasn't too hard for the reckless teenager to plan her escape. She honestly didn't care what they would think of her. Nor did she even know who even lived in the place considering she lived in the place for little than a year. Walking the same beaches, and nibbling on the same elastic seagrass, and patrolling the same god damn cliff. She was fucking over the place.
Her plan was cleverly devised, that she simply slipped away while the other younger equine were picking upon the rubber tasting seagrass. Her silver glossed body, weaved past multiple shrubbery spouting out from the grainy terrain. Her inky slender appendages hurled her forwards, as her azure eyes warily eyed the iron stallion sculpture, it's dark eyes seemed to follow her as she surged forwards.
Waves of sand from the terra stung her hocks with each quick stride propelling clouds of airborne grains into her body. The pain was bearable but, with each aching step the agony slowly grew more by more.
"Shit!" The insurgent girl whispered, as her delicate hooves stumbled over the rocky ground of obsidian pebbles that were aligned beneath the cliff when the dark figure of the dragon marked stallion stood. Her legs buckled under her and in a matter of seconds her ebony body had clattered against the blackened pebbles, causing the shuffling sound of pebbles upon pebbles grinding upon each other. Creating an almost metallic rough sound emitted from two magnets.
She knew he would find her. She hadn't necessarily met nor known that stallion that ruled the bland herdland she was simply dropped into as a yearling. Yet she heard of him not that she cared too much about the guy. She could hardly give a damn about his opinion.
With that ridiculous thought planted within her mind. carelessly the girl shuffled about gaining her balance upon the obsidian glossed pebbles beneathe her before continuing. Her slender legs once more guided her finely structured body towards anything other than the cove. Nearing the edge, her ebony lobes pinned.
Why had it been so easy? So little effort put into actually doing her plan than mentally plotting it. Had it really been this easy?
Her body gently glided to a graceful walk, as she slowly made her way away from the place. Why had things been ever so easy for the girl?
noun
- the state of feeling bored.
It wasn't too hard for the reckless teenager to plan her escape. She honestly didn't care what they would think of her. Nor did she even know who even lived in the place considering she lived in the place for little than a year. Walking the same beaches, and nibbling on the same elastic seagrass, and patrolling the same god damn cliff. She was fucking over the place.
Her plan was cleverly devised, that she simply slipped away while the other younger equine were picking upon the rubber tasting seagrass. Her silver glossed body, weaved past multiple shrubbery spouting out from the grainy terrain. Her inky slender appendages hurled her forwards, as her azure eyes warily eyed the iron stallion sculpture, it's dark eyes seemed to follow her as she surged forwards.
Waves of sand from the terra stung her hocks with each quick stride propelling clouds of airborne grains into her body. The pain was bearable but, with each aching step the agony slowly grew more by more.
"Shit!" The insurgent girl whispered, as her delicate hooves stumbled over the rocky ground of obsidian pebbles that were aligned beneath the cliff when the dark figure of the dragon marked stallion stood. Her legs buckled under her and in a matter of seconds her ebony body had clattered against the blackened pebbles, causing the shuffling sound of pebbles upon pebbles grinding upon each other. Creating an almost metallic rough sound emitted from two magnets.
She knew he would find her. She hadn't necessarily met nor known that stallion that ruled the bland herdland she was simply dropped into as a yearling. Yet she heard of him not that she cared too much about the guy. She could hardly give a damn about his opinion.
With that ridiculous thought planted within her mind. carelessly the girl shuffled about gaining her balance upon the obsidian glossed pebbles beneathe her before continuing. Her slender legs once more guided her finely structured body towards anything other than the cove. Nearing the edge, her ebony lobes pinned.
Why had it been so easy? So little effort put into actually doing her plan than mentally plotting it. Had it really been this easy?
Her body gently glided to a graceful walk, as she slowly made her way away from the place. Why had things been ever so easy for the girl?
Midnite
OCC: I was looking for her to get in trouble with him. I know it's really bad.... But still figuring out her "wild child" reckless teenager personality..