Post by SN on Jun 28, 2009 8:50:08 GMT -5
how had this happened? everything was.. well it was.. there was no word to explain it. you could describe it as what was once found, is now lost. and in no state to be found again. crash snorted. his legs, which were badly scarred, moved to help himself regain his balance. his body, once the strong build of a somewhat fine stallion, was now weak looking, less lively. it was scarred with the scars of battles. the marks where the metal bindings had kept him held down, still clear. his pelt wasn't bright and brown anymore, it was dull, mucky and bloody. the brown was now a maroon colour. but not a natural maroon colour. it was horrible. his neck bore the marks of what could only be descirbed as holes. they were bites, from what? who knows. his mane and tail were ragged, unclean and dull. they didn't sway with the wind anymore, they didn't shine with the sun. they were just..there. but out of all of this, his head was still held high. his cheekbones still set strong. his eyes still had a slight bit of shine to them, his ears perked. in his mind, he had this idea to bring back life to the moonherd forest. and he was determined to not leave until his determination was met by satisfaction. and he'd do anything to get it. crash blinked, pulling his head down slightly to nudge the metal that was deeply bore into the back of his hind leg. it hurt, and he winced. crash snorted, moving his head to touch the 'US' sign that was burnt into his skin. he touched it with his nose, and then drew back. humans had done this. and he didn't like whatever 'this' was one bit. without warning, crash pulled his head to the front, rearing up as high as his back legs would let him stay up. and when his front hooves hit the hard ground, once covered in grass, he raced off. it wasn't fast, not yet. but it was enough to make his mane and tail now blow with the wind. it hit his face, and it felt good. the beats of his hooves on the ground made him smile slightly. the silence wasn't good, and the beats killed the silence. his legs seemed to get stronger, as his speed picked up. his hind leg still hurt. oh, it hurt bad. but it wasn't about to slow him down. in fact, it seemed to make him faster. he could smell the dust - yes smell- as it circled all around him. it was a nice smell, one he hadn't caught scent of for a while. crash kept running, wanting to find the others, wanting to bring back life. just wanting to have moonherd back with all it's glory. so he kept telling himself who he was in his mind.
' i am celestial reign, and it is my destiny to remain true to my herd '