Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 10, 2007 19:11:07 GMT -5
I gallop toward the bright light. It is the sun. Someday, I plan to go their. And find warmth. But for now, I am stuck here. In this cold version of hell. So I trek on. I need to find shelter soon or I shall join my dam. I need to rest, but if i rest in this weather, I will probably not make it. So I force myself to keep going.
My bones are so cold, I can hear them on each step I take. I need to rest. Even for just a minute. So I stop. And lower my mass to the frozen ground. I just close my orbs for just a minute. I promise myself I will just close my eyes for a minute.
Next thing I know, it is light out. I wake up and snort. Where am I? I wonder to myself. Then I realize I have slept. I curse myself. I have lost a whole day of traveling. I kick myself angrily. I rise to my swollen flints and limp along at a lazy trot. I
Then I smell it. It is equines. I whinny loudly, hoping they will hear my call. My demonic body shakes int he cold, but my hell born eyes are bright blue. Even in the cold, my head doesn't feel it. I trot toward the horse, then realize it is a stallion. What have I gotten myself into this time?
My bones are so cold, I can hear them on each step I take. I need to rest. Even for just a minute. So I stop. And lower my mass to the frozen ground. I just close my orbs for just a minute. I promise myself I will just close my eyes for a minute.
Next thing I know, it is light out. I wake up and snort. Where am I? I wonder to myself. Then I realize I have slept. I curse myself. I have lost a whole day of traveling. I kick myself angrily. I rise to my swollen flints and limp along at a lazy trot. I
Then I smell it. It is equines. I whinny loudly, hoping they will hear my call. My demonic body shakes int he cold, but my hell born eyes are bright blue. Even in the cold, my head doesn't feel it. I trot toward the horse, then realize it is a stallion. What have I gotten myself into this time?
