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|  Onderwerp: {ENG} Bang, bang, I shot you down. Bang, bang, you hit the ground. Bang, bang, that awful sound. di 31 jul 2012 - 13:08 | |
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Love and Hate, they are so alike
A body marked by the past of this beloved creature entered the area that was called BMH these days. His appearance was unknown for most creatures here. Well let us say as for all actually, because Shamrock was an outsider, a horse with no purpose, a horse with no family, ... In short, a horse with no meaning. But Shamrock was wrong. He does have a family, but they don't know the forced stallion had survived the assassination attempt. He knew he was blessed finding his way again, he knew that better than anybody else, but still.. He was missing his own melody, the melody of his life. Something that would make him feel better, that could cheer him up when he was down. Finding something that could compare would be his new quest of the day. He wasn't someone who looked forward in life, no he just lived the present moment.
Eventually he stopped at a little river, where he pitched his nose in the air. He was wondering.. What would happen today. (...)
Bang, bang, I shot you down. Bang, bang, you hit the ground. Bang, bang, that awful sound
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| | Onderwerp: Re: {ENG} Bang, bang, I shot you down. Bang, bang, you hit the ground. Bang, bang, that awful sound. vr 3 aug 2012 - 12:44 | |
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Ezazel watched the stallion. Nose high in the air. He walked funny. Nothing looked wrong with him. He almost wondered where he walked. Naturally, Ezazel wasn't one to start a conversation, but the horse striked his interest. Not one with a long and dramatic story I'll have to hear. He thought. He horse. It's face. The markings where new. The eyes. They were a bright blue. They studied the land. Ezazel grinned, realizing this horse was no fool. Ezazel thought for a minute. He decided to walk in front of the horse. He didn't really want to scare him. This horse meant him no harm, nor was he a threat. Ezazel finally stepped forward showing himself. In the morning light, his hair looked a bright yellow, not it's usual white. He looked at the horse for a minute and finally decided he would be the first one to speak.
"Hello." He said.
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