Fleet Street Can't Hold Me
Aug 12, 2013 17:02:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2013 17:02:37 GMT -5
"London will be missed greatly, my dear Lucy. But I promise that I will return to your side one day." He muttered to himself as he strode towards the river. His hide was black and white, spotted in large and small patches of that of a Tobiano. His hooves almost seemed to dance over the land as he strode, muttering to himself,
"My dearest Lucy, I feel that I have betrayed you by allowing myself to come here and I intend to make my way back to you and our filly." His voice dropped as he came upon other horses. His dark eyes dropped as he backed up slightly. A shock of white hair struck out from his black forelock, a highlight of color in his dreadlocked mane and forelock. His coat was dingy and dirty, bones sticking out from their proper places from the lack of proper flesh. His tail was a dreadlocked mess of black and white hair as he let it swing behind him as he started to dance and sing softly under his breath.
Sweeney was a stallion that was a bit off his rocker, but of course no one would know that unless you spoke to him and watched him for a bit. He let his dark eyes fall on the other horses as he danced around, his hooves lightly caressing the ground as he seemed to smile to himself. His ears flicked back and forth as he danced and stared at the other horses, almost hungrily.
"My dearest Lucy, I feel that I have betrayed you by allowing myself to come here and I intend to make my way back to you and our filly." His voice dropped as he came upon other horses. His dark eyes dropped as he backed up slightly. A shock of white hair struck out from his black forelock, a highlight of color in his dreadlocked mane and forelock. His coat was dingy and dirty, bones sticking out from their proper places from the lack of proper flesh. His tail was a dreadlocked mess of black and white hair as he let it swing behind him as he started to dance and sing softly under his breath.
Sweeney was a stallion that was a bit off his rocker, but of course no one would know that unless you spoke to him and watched him for a bit. He let his dark eyes fall on the other horses as he danced around, his hooves lightly caressing the ground as he seemed to smile to himself. His ears flicked back and forth as he danced and stared at the other horses, almost hungrily.