Post by funkeh on Apr 15, 2009 12:52:04 GMT -5
Dark figure emerged from deep within the shadows, dial raised high as the jet black orbs within scanned the surrounding terrain with a look of disgust. Not because he hated anything about it, but simply because he had the most sickening stomach ache. Tossing his large dial in agitation his stomach tossed and turned, lips parting to let out a slight grunt. This was not good, not good at all. Something had to be done, after all how could he expect to get anywhere on this wretched island if he was constantly moaning from the agonising pain in his stomach? Pull yourself together! His mind snapped at him, you’re a fully grown, and supposedly powerful mutt and here you are standing here having a hissy fit over a little stomach pain! Shaking his dial vigorously he shook away the annoying voice within his mind, it was as if another being was in there, telling him what to do the whole time, fortunately he knew very well that it was nothing to worry about and the annoying voice was there most of the time. Unfortunately he hadn’t learnt how to shut that thing up yet……
Sighing he held a great deal of pity for himself as he strolled across the land, large heavy daggers pounding the earth with a soft thud at every step. Each movement causing a sharp pain to seer through his stomach, he swore he had something incredibly wrong with him, either that or he was over exaggerating just a tad. Life had been unbearably dull lately, and standing here in the middle of a field doing absolutely nothing wasn’t really going to change that, so with a large hefty sigh he began to lug his body rather ungracefully forwards once more, in hope that he might find something to amuse or even entertain his twisted and unbearably bored mind. He took the time to take in his surroundings, everything seemed so dull and uninteresting too him, what with his incredibly short attention span which made him oh-so-easily bored. His mind in need of some action, his muscular pillars decided to take the pace up a notch, finding him moving at a steady effortless lope through the off-coloured blades of grass that surrounded him.
Having travelled some distance, mind seeming to have wandered off into some mindless trance, his dark pools spotted a dreary looking meadow full of darkened femmes. Ah at last, some other equines…. His mind hissed to himself, great, his insanity was back again because clearly it wasn’t normal to hear voices within your head…. But on the bright side, it was just the kind of equines he’d been hoping for. He slowed to a gentle walk, frame held power and muscularity, his orbs slowly glancing around him, taking a look at the vixens that surrounded him. Quit showing off, we all know you’re just a huge wimp beneath it all! The voice insulted him, and he tossed his dial slightly, trying to rid his mind of the wretched lies it seemed to throw at him, after all he knew very well he was no wimp. Cowardice was one of the few things he hated, and he most certainly did not hate himself, but that wasn’t the point here at all. He glanced across each minx as he passed them, most seeming to act particularly pathetic, either by throwing themselves all over the mutts that lurked here, or giving it the big one and acting as though the sun shone from their rear end….
There seemed no end to the ridiculousness of these mares, he sighed rolling his optics in slight annoyance, he needed something interesting to do, someone interesting to talk to perhaps? But judging by the looks of the femmes around him there was no danger of that happening any time soon. God was there no end to this boredom? Normally he was incredibly relaxed and chilled, but right now he was beginning to feel rather impatient. He told himself to being such a grumpy guts and just wait as someone was bound to turn up sooner or later.... Or so he hoped. Unfortunately for him he waited for what seemed like forever to find himself still surrounded by the same old pathetic minxes. Great. So to take his mind of the boredom he seemed to be faced with he made his way over to a nearby river, his body seeming to swagger as he walked, not because he was showing off or anything.... Much. He chuckled lightly to himself as he waded into the river, god knows what eh was doing, but hey he needed a bit of a bath. Soon finding himself almost chest high in ice cold water he realised this was a pretty bad idea and clambered out of the river at such a speed he almost slipped and fell on a rock. What a mug. Body shook from head to toe as he ridded himself from any ice cold water droplets that clung to his pelt, he wouldn’t be going in that river again in a hurry....
[/size][/color]Sighing he held a great deal of pity for himself as he strolled across the land, large heavy daggers pounding the earth with a soft thud at every step. Each movement causing a sharp pain to seer through his stomach, he swore he had something incredibly wrong with him, either that or he was over exaggerating just a tad. Life had been unbearably dull lately, and standing here in the middle of a field doing absolutely nothing wasn’t really going to change that, so with a large hefty sigh he began to lug his body rather ungracefully forwards once more, in hope that he might find something to amuse or even entertain his twisted and unbearably bored mind. He took the time to take in his surroundings, everything seemed so dull and uninteresting too him, what with his incredibly short attention span which made him oh-so-easily bored. His mind in need of some action, his muscular pillars decided to take the pace up a notch, finding him moving at a steady effortless lope through the off-coloured blades of grass that surrounded him.
Having travelled some distance, mind seeming to have wandered off into some mindless trance, his dark pools spotted a dreary looking meadow full of darkened femmes. Ah at last, some other equines…. His mind hissed to himself, great, his insanity was back again because clearly it wasn’t normal to hear voices within your head…. But on the bright side, it was just the kind of equines he’d been hoping for. He slowed to a gentle walk, frame held power and muscularity, his orbs slowly glancing around him, taking a look at the vixens that surrounded him. Quit showing off, we all know you’re just a huge wimp beneath it all! The voice insulted him, and he tossed his dial slightly, trying to rid his mind of the wretched lies it seemed to throw at him, after all he knew very well he was no wimp. Cowardice was one of the few things he hated, and he most certainly did not hate himself, but that wasn’t the point here at all. He glanced across each minx as he passed them, most seeming to act particularly pathetic, either by throwing themselves all over the mutts that lurked here, or giving it the big one and acting as though the sun shone from their rear end….
There seemed no end to the ridiculousness of these mares, he sighed rolling his optics in slight annoyance, he needed something interesting to do, someone interesting to talk to perhaps? But judging by the looks of the femmes around him there was no danger of that happening any time soon. God was there no end to this boredom? Normally he was incredibly relaxed and chilled, but right now he was beginning to feel rather impatient. He told himself to being such a grumpy guts and just wait as someone was bound to turn up sooner or later.... Or so he hoped. Unfortunately for him he waited for what seemed like forever to find himself still surrounded by the same old pathetic minxes. Great. So to take his mind of the boredom he seemed to be faced with he made his way over to a nearby river, his body seeming to swagger as he walked, not because he was showing off or anything.... Much. He chuckled lightly to himself as he waded into the river, god knows what eh was doing, but hey he needed a bit of a bath. Soon finding himself almost chest high in ice cold water he realised this was a pretty bad idea and clambered out of the river at such a speed he almost slipped and fell on a rock. What a mug. Body shook from head to toe as he ridded himself from any ice cold water droplets that clung to his pelt, he wouldn’t be going in that river again in a hurry....
Finished//Unfinished
Character// Zaphod
Word Count// 848
OoC// Post is a little suckish, will be longer next time... Sorry about the layout, all my pictures of him have black backgrounds xD Anyone feel free to reply :]
