Post by ».Wolf on Mar 5, 2007 18:24:49 GMT -5
[/color]».Desperado.
I'llLiveThis Life ...×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×
». The young, ebony splashed colt walked along the lush lavender pastures. Taking in all of the scents that whipped about. His green opals glittered with life, feeling at home for once in his life. Since his weaning he had been nothing more than a rambling cowboy. A goin' here and there. Never feeling obligated to stay in a single place for too long. A body could get restless real quick-like if he wasn't careful. But this place sparked his interest. Why? A body can't quite come up with a fair reason, other than it was ment to be. He felt at ease, but never let his gaurd down. A body nevers knows when he could be ambushed or wrangled up by somec o w b o y orr e d s k i n.×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×--×
». Desperado was only two years of age. However the cowboy way had aged his mind far past this age. The wild west had changed him from a young colt looking for a fight to a young colt with a good head settin' on his shoulders. The scar that ran down his chest and leg at taught him one thing...Don't mess with mountain loins....
A lion in a bad mood and hungrey is just about as bad as a mean mare. The day, the colt's life was almost shattered. He had never seen it comming. If he hadn't been for that lone cowboy on that bay stallion... Desperado would be no more. Why had that cowboy helped him anyway? Maybe he just didn't care to see a young horse's life cut down. Or was it something else? His mind buzzed with thoughts. He stretched put his bad leg and ran his face down it. His black forelock became a wild mess. Almost like him... a wild mess. True his was wise, but he was still wild. Not able to fight the young colt instinct.
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».Desperado.
Till ThisLife Won't Let Me
Live Here Any More ...
Till This
OOC: I'm Not Done Yet.
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