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Post by kkgirl on Jun 20, 2012 23:55:03 GMT -4
 »»LAS VEGAS
let’s go to vegas baby
Las Vegas walked calmly and darkly in the Sanctuary, his movements fluid and graceful. He looked like he had no care in the world, but his eyes were sharp and distant, constantly observing things with a sharp intelligence. His gaze might be unsettling to anyone he cast it on, with one green eye and one blue. He gets the impression that others think he is “looking into their soul,” which is absolutely silly. Vegas was an intuitive creature, but he was not pyschic or magical in any way. Now, he did give off an air of mystical-ness, with the way he could look at someone or the way he could stand quietly and just listen. Or it might be his lack of response to others, but he was a very odd individual. Vegas liked the night, and liked wandering alone in the shadows. In a sense, he had a bit of a fear of being around others; he was only accustomed to his company, so it was something he could eventually get over.
It was currently night-time, the usual time that Veg wandered about. It was a natural time for him, even if he didn’t quite understand why. His existence was nomadic; he never stayed in one place for more than a few months. But there was something different about Silver Moon that kept him traveling deeper into it. The land was half human and half horse, the wilds running head to head with modern civilization. The dark bay male could sense the touch of people, and it was unnerving. The scents and sights he was introduced to were strange because he came from lands where humans didn’t know about. They were dark lands full of superstitious horses, set in places that humans thought were untouchable. The stallion had not imagined he would run into the the two-legged creatures of fable. Now that he had, his reasonable mind was piecing it together in a way that he could handle (as any sane mind would).
L.A. moved calmly through the shadows, trees towering gracefully above his head. He was a tall animal that admired the build of the trees, loving the way that the leaves smelled and looked next to the sky. He looked up and caught sweet glimpses of twinkling stars between the shifting branches. The male rarely smiled, but the stars always caused one to pull at his midnight-hued kissers. His ears twitched, catching the slightest flutter of the slightest animal. Veg loved nature; he loved watching the animals at their whims. There was something magical about nature at night. These kinds of things gave insight to the way L.A. thinks, but it would take so much to get him to out it to anyone. The dark stag had yet to meet someone who he could spill his secrets like blood from a fresh wound. Though he longed to talk to someone, in his subconscious.
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