I'm Bad Behavior but I do it in the Best Way | [Private RP]
Mar 19, 2015 0:16:08 GMT -5
Post by saintpumpkinmuffin on Mar 19, 2015 0:16:08 GMT -5
I'm Bad Behavior but I do it in the Best Way
Private RP
Participants:
- BrindleTail | Vera | Lurker Mare
- saintpumpkinmuffin | August | Thief Colt
[Setting: Far north in the Olde city, two years before current events]
Private RP
Participants:
- BrindleTail | Vera | Lurker Mare
- saintpumpkinmuffin | August | Thief Colt
[Setting: Far north in the Olde city, two years before current events]
Not many horses could say they were able to survive as a loner on Chevalin. More impressively, there was none besides August who could say they were able to survive on their own at seven years old. Many dangers littered the islands; it was truly a place where only the best would be able to survive on their own. That was why August found himself so caught up on the idea. He certainly wasn't the best. He was eleven years old, and not much taller than a foal. If the dangers weren't doing him in... the loneliness was. The colt was staring at the ceiling of the Big Room, where even the occasional fluttering of bats couldn't distract his mind.
How long had it been? The colt huffed and rolled onto his side. Ears perked, he listened to his sigh reverberate off the stone walls of the old abandoned train and subway terminal. It was so empty. Well... not really, not empty of stuff. The seal brown loner tilted his head to look around the large piles of various knickknacks he'd collected over the past three years. Some things were shiny, others not. Their only commonality was that August had liked them, and that was reason enough for the colt to snag them from their resting place and bring them into his humble abode. On the East Island, there had never been nearly as much interesting and ancient things then here, in this mysterious pile of brick and metal bones that August had heard passing horses refer to as 'The City of Olde'. The little horse rolled to his feet and stretched, finding himself rather tired of lounging around. The sun had been up hours ago, and it's light filtered through the large windows that lined the walls of the building. He stepped into the middle of the room, where the roof had collapsed a little, and basked in the morning light. He began to pick at the few plants and grasses that grew along the floor. Why eat outside were there were cougars when he could have breakfast at his leisure?
Being as distracted as he was this morning, August would have hardly noticed the arrival of a certain mare. One whom would stumble upon him, and change his life forever...
How long had it been? The colt huffed and rolled onto his side. Ears perked, he listened to his sigh reverberate off the stone walls of the old abandoned train and subway terminal. It was so empty. Well... not really, not empty of stuff. The seal brown loner tilted his head to look around the large piles of various knickknacks he'd collected over the past three years. Some things were shiny, others not. Their only commonality was that August had liked them, and that was reason enough for the colt to snag them from their resting place and bring them into his humble abode. On the East Island, there had never been nearly as much interesting and ancient things then here, in this mysterious pile of brick and metal bones that August had heard passing horses refer to as 'The City of Olde'. The little horse rolled to his feet and stretched, finding himself rather tired of lounging around. The sun had been up hours ago, and it's light filtered through the large windows that lined the walls of the building. He stepped into the middle of the room, where the roof had collapsed a little, and basked in the morning light. He began to pick at the few plants and grasses that grew along the floor. Why eat outside were there were cougars when he could have breakfast at his leisure?
Being as distracted as he was this morning, August would have hardly noticed the arrival of a certain mare. One whom would stumble upon him, and change his life forever...