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Subject: [the twisting paths of boredom]-whoever's awake- Author: Frozen Dreams [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:28:19 12/13/02 Fri Frozen Dreams -spazzes and deletes crazily boring rambling nonsense she's just written- The stallions coat was dull in the moonlight and he absently glanced aft at the horses-and people-mingling toward the SnowBall. youd think it would have bothered such a prideful creture not to be going to a grand social function, but Frozen Drems waved aside his pride for now, wearily blinking his eyes, how long had it been since he slept last? three days? no, more he was sure. Ah well. didn't mater. He stared up at the moon, his eyes are hollow when he drops the proud front, ws that why he had adopted it? no.. surely there was a better reason? because he was proud? probably, but we were all proud. Debating with himself was fruitless, he knew that, but still.. what else was there to do, but stare at the moon and debate with oneself? Goddamnit FD, do something interesting. don't ramble. shooting an annoyed glance at his player, Frozen Dreams tosses his mane anf lets a low sigh, picking up his tired feet and wandering himself down the valley, to the line of trees that, to him, represented a border. The forest was the one place in the valley he hadn't yet ventured to, hadn't forced to reveal its secrets to him. And even as his mind wandered forward his body turned back, led by his Crania, eyes searching the sky, the horizon, the distant silhouettes, scanning through it all.. for what? his eyes ceased their rovings and paused, on nothing. What am i doing? he asked himself listlessly, unaware, uncaring, wether or not he'd spoken that aloud. shrugging his shoulders, which, as one can imagine, is hard for any horse to do at the best of times, especially while walking, and Frozen Dreams soon found himself sprawling toward the ground, too drowsy to react quickly enough to his stumble. Landing hard on his knees Frozen Dreams suppressed a wince and hobled, shakily back into an upright position, sighing down at the dirt on his nees, but not doing anything beyond that. hoping to will them away maybe? f r o z e n | d r e a m s dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: ((OOC)) Author: Chance, Death Moon's player [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 21:23:52 12/13/02 Fri ((Sheez, it's only 10:30 here in the middle of South Dakota. If you're still on, post, I'm at the point of crapping my pants I'm so bored.))