Words to Mend a Broken Heart (Private)
Nov 27, 2014 12:51:57 GMT -5
Post by valiantshadow on Nov 27, 2014 12:51:57 GMT -5
Private RP between Elesette's Moira and ValiantShadow's Grange.
The early morning gray cast a monotone shadow over the landscape of the summer fields as Grange wandered through them. The last time he had padded this way, he had been talking and laughing with Cethin, running from the rain with the dark stallion when the weather turned suddenly. Today, it felt like Grange had been kicked in the chest, it hurt so badly to walk through this place alone. Shaking his head, he tried to force his broodiness away; it would do him no good to spend his time moping about what was, but could not be again. Instead, the stallion raised his head and gazed across the deserted fields, searching for any sign of life. Seeing nothing for the time being, he dropped his head, grazing mindlessly. He hadn't been truly hungry since the fight with Greer, but he knew he needed to eat, especially if he wanted to fight in the war. Not that he wanted to fight, but fighting meant that he could escape from being near Cethin and Greer, which would be a blessed relief to him at this point. Having grazed his fill, Grange began wandering again, listless, with no real intentions other than to meander and wallow in self pity again.
The early morning gray cast a monotone shadow over the landscape of the summer fields as Grange wandered through them. The last time he had padded this way, he had been talking and laughing with Cethin, running from the rain with the dark stallion when the weather turned suddenly. Today, it felt like Grange had been kicked in the chest, it hurt so badly to walk through this place alone. Shaking his head, he tried to force his broodiness away; it would do him no good to spend his time moping about what was, but could not be again. Instead, the stallion raised his head and gazed across the deserted fields, searching for any sign of life. Seeing nothing for the time being, he dropped his head, grazing mindlessly. He hadn't been truly hungry since the fight with Greer, but he knew he needed to eat, especially if he wanted to fight in the war. Not that he wanted to fight, but fighting meant that he could escape from being near Cethin and Greer, which would be a blessed relief to him at this point. Having grazed his fill, Grange began wandering again, listless, with no real intentions other than to meander and wallow in self pity again.