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Date Posted: 14:07:57 02/21/03 Fri
~¤having not made any success in becoming "one of the herd" at Hopeful Valley, the stallion traverses back to the place he'd considered "home" for oh so many years. optics trace along the familiar paths to such places as the stream he'd "caught fish", etc... in as well as through the meadows towards the tree he and his comrades had raced to. oh, what days they were, those good ol' days. from remaining just inside the boundary of the foal tt, the buckskin feels somewhat of an emotion of regret. he desperately wanted to go over to the female get-together they were all having; Lil' Mist, Sunny, Belle; but he would feel rather out of place and awkward if confronted with that situation. too many things had taken place before his eyes that contradicted his urge to approach the familiar faces. then again...what could it hurt?
indecision marks his entire attitude, which remains aloof and cautious at this point in time. a slender off-fore paws at the firm terrain beneath his hooves, merely taking up time and causing him a slight amount less of distress. grrrrr...was was he always confronted by such hard decisions? how come he never got to feel like a "damsel in distress" because he was supposedly a strong, grown stallion. his childhood had been merry, but not like a normal colt's. without parents, one would never be as "normal" as the others. heck, he was lucky he turned out to be so well-mannered as it was! nonetheless, his unique personality, mainly comprised of being a worrywart/problem-enlarger, was holding him back from confronting his, shall we call them, fears and staying on the outskirts. was that the way he wanted to live life? on the (lol)edge(meant in a different manner, just didn't want to repeat "outskirts" again:)?¤~
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