HAVE I GONE MAD?
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Spending a majority of her existence as an outcast of sorts, it was nothing new for her to be wandering alone into unfamiliar lands. Never having any set sense of direction other than where the current seemed to guide her. She never knew if she was coming or going and it showed in her solitude.
Moving whichever way the small gusts of air seemed to urge her, she rollicked through the land. Ebony and pearly tendrils whipped about her as head shook around zestfully. The crisp autumn season made it apparent winter was coming for another visit as the visible vapors shot from her muzzle with each warm breath. Every few strides her frame danced lightly across the landscape, her bubbly persona shining through her spirited movements.
As always her mind was a mess with her buried memories and unorthodox thoughts. She never understood how she was given the hand she had been dealt. Her harsh past had caused her to become so detached from the real world, leaving her unable to relate to others or conform socially. Somehow she always portrayed herself as oblivious, or psychotic as some seemed to describe her, as her masquerade. Behind that mask only she truly knew who she was and she was far from accepting of the idea of someone else even peeking in. Although she expressed herself as energetic and sometimes intense, she had a very icy shield encasing her inner workings. She yearned for happiness and the sincere affection of another, even though she knew she wouldn't let herself become vulnerable in return. The odds of someone being able to get past her disguise to even begin loving her were farfetched. Her fate was sealed and accepted long ago.
"Twinkle twinkle little bat.. Ha! Bat's can fly.. I wish I could fly.."
Continuing to move through the land, she spoke to herself as usual. It was the norm for her to be unaware of her surroundings. Either she was given luck in abundance or others pitied her, somehow she always managed to make it through unharmed.
Abruptly she came to a halt while the breeze seemed to embrace her and flow around her. As her mahogany optics closed she pressed her muzzle towards the sky. After a deep breath she slowly released it, returning her gaze back to the turf beneath her. Left to her thoughts she began grazing, careless to any life around her. Left to her thoughts until she felt the urge to move again.. There is a place.. like no place on Earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say to survive it.. you need to be as mad as a hatter.. I wish to find this land someday..
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Mustang - 14.3 - Bay Tobiano - 4 - Femme Fatale - Claimed By None
Puppeteer is Monkey
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WE'RE ALL MAD HERE
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