DiscoveryDays faded into weeks. Weeks flowed into months. The anger underwent no such transformation. Rohan kept his distance from humans and horses alike, though they refused to do the same for him. He was the cause of no less than four new urban legends, and if he’d been merely a visitor to this cursed planet, he might’ve found it almost amusing. Now it was insulting. He’d belonged to the Gods, to Zeus himself, and these pale, magicless imitations were nothing more than annoyances. Now he belonged to no one. And no amount of human scheming, rope and pathetic attempts at strategically trapping a creature far more intelligent than all of them combined would make a difference. The massive stallion drifted onward almost as if without a destination in mind. Oh, he had one. Olympus. Where he could spit fire and lightning in Zeus’s direction, turn his back and leave him as he’d left so many others. None of whom he’d discovered in his travels, wDiscovery by Cloudrunner64
Snowflakes and SanctuaryCold. It was cold, and she was lost. It wasn't the snow’s fault. Well, actually it was the snow’s fault, but she liked snow, and didn’t want to blame the storm. No, she’d just gotten distracted. Lost track. One moment, the other three horses were ahead of her, the glowing lights decorating their coats making it easier to follow them through the steadily falling flakes. The next, they were gone, and she’d followed the hoof prints as far as she could before even that evidence was erased from the ground. Standing still as the snow settled on her back, Grace looked from side to side. Now what? She wondered. The wind rushed by her ears, rustling her mane and drowning out all sound but for her own breathing. Mist plumed when she exhaled and was whisked away by the blizzard.Snowflakes and Sanctuary by Cloudrunner64
Standing still would soon turn her into a snow-horse, something she didn’t think would be entirely enjoyable, so she began moving again, choosing a direction at ran
I like shiny things.
Deviantart ate my ID and I got tired of seeing the box with nothing in it So it can be like this till I get a new one!
Current Age: 22, Current Residence: The Mothership., Favourite genre of music: It varies., Favourite style of art: The good kind., Operating System: Windows 7, MP3 player of choice: Ipod, Shell of choice: Conch Shells. (that is what they meant, right?), Skin of choice: My skin? um...I like it...attatched?
The Status Box
1. Cirriana -
2. Sion Re-design color
3. Christmas present for momma
4. ...all the other unfinished sketches in my folder
5. Sunstruck :
Closed/I Ask You