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Post by Doomed on Mar 27, 2024 9:28:42 GMT -7
Even if anger was my middle name; it would never be enough
The sun was sweet this morning as the spring smells danced on the winds of the beach. There stood a little figure laid within the duns of the sand. He had fallen asleep hidden within the duns. Probably not the best idea, but due to his color and size at glance at the right angle most would probably think him a rock. Sometimes his size was a beneficial to him. Though he'd never admit that aloud. He hated his own size. Larger equine with their jokes and stabs at him. Made him wish for a decent sized toothy friend to back him up.
The brute rolled over to find his feet in a bit of a fluid movement. Greenish blue hued eyes scanned the beach as he made his way atop a small dun. No a soul so far. Good. He didn't need the annoyance. He started up the sands to find his way into the wood line. There was a fresh water creek not far off and he needed a drink.
"Speak"Tag: Indi W/Admiral Jones |WC: N/A |Timeline: Few months arriving to WE |Notes:Short, but it's a start! Code Credit to Techno <3
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