Exaggerated Patchwork « Thread Started on Jul 12, 2006, 3:14pm »
The smell of sweet green grass caused the lone colt to quicken his pace. Coming upon the oasis of his dreams, Patch, or X, as some called him, fell to the ground in exhaustion. Nibbling at the grass in a way that belyed his famished-ness (lol) the orange and white flicka soon filled his stomach. Resting contentedly on the emerald stalks, Patch soon grew sleepy. His eyelids drooped, and his head began lowering toward the soft pillow that the greenery made. But a twig snapped nearby and the colt's acute senses picked up the sound. He started, stumbling to his feet and looked around to see what had happened. But it had only been a rabbit hopping through, and the unicorn foal sighed. Another rest disturbed.
Caelian cantered into the land, his black pelt often made other's think he was a dark. They would always and forever be wrong, he kept going till he saw a colt in the distance, another of his kind. He slowed to a trot till he reached the colt.
Lo, I am Caelian, who are you?
He asked, he hated not having a terra yet, that wasn't his fault though. He sighed and shook his head, causing his mane to tumble around.
(Hey Poem! My site is Copperfield Meadows, which you belong to! )
Patch looked up warily at the stallion who seemed so large to him. Shrinking back slightly from the ebon form, the painted colt flicked his aud's foward to catch Caelian's words.
'ello Caelian, I am Exaggerated Patchwork. Call me X, or Patch, your choice.
He finally managed to get out. He bowed clumsily, unsure of this stallion's rank in the world.
Tis good to me you, I am of the light world. Where do you tread?
He asked, looking the colt up and down, sizing him up. He desperetly wanted a foal, but never did he so much as look upon the darks, unless tricked. If this colt walked the light path, he would indead adopt him, but never if he was dark. A half breed he would take though, but never a full blooded dark.
(Hiya! Sorry 'bout the sucky post, I have no muse!)
Patch nodded at the stallion's words, his auds pricked foward to catch the other's tones.
I do not tread the path of any, for I have not been led down any path. he murmered. The painted coltine smiled shyly at the stallion who seemed to want to adopt him. Where do you live? he questioned.
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