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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 11:43 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2016 12:04 pm
Boredom.
It was the center of his universe at the moment and he curled a lip and then let out a huff of air and peered about. He needed to get out and do something or find someone to do something to or with. His mother was very demanding and he'd yet to help spread on their genes but he didn't want just any mare to bear his offspring. He was a little bit vain after all. He needed someone with a strong spirit and unique genetics. He didn't want just ANYONE. He doubted he'd ever be able to hold up a facade long enough to actually take on a mate like his mother had. That was just too much for him. He'd end up likely killing them eventually and then that wouldn't do much good now would it.
He needed someone like him, someone strong minded and just as devious. He doubted he'd ever actually run into someone like that, but a guy could hope. Taking a moment to fix his garments he left his current holdings and made his way into the nearby woods that sat just below a rather rocky reach of mountains. While he wasn't exactly looking for company, he needed something to occupy his mind. There was only so much he could do on his own and he had run out of things to plot.
So boredom had driven him out to go look for something.
Cracking his neck slightly he peered about and took careful care to watch his steps. He had set up a few traps in the area and he wasn't entirely sure where some of them were at the moment. He knew what to look out for so there wasn't too much for him to worry about. Still, he knew to be a little more cautious until he was a decent amount away from where he had set up 'home'.
It wasn't a permanent place but for now it would do. It was secluded and away from wandering eyes or random passerby's. He didn't need anyone interfering with his work after all. It would be a shame if someone were to spoil his good fun before he was satisfied. He could get quite upset, as he learned from a past experience. Thus his need to keep his work hidden from the rest of the world.
Especially when it came to certain aspects of what he liked to do.
Finally clearing the thicker part of the woods he knew that he didn't have to worry himself about misplaced traps anymore. With that thought in mind he tossed his head to clear some hair from his face and put on his best “gentleman” facade and kept his eyes open for someone he could play with.
WC: 462
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