The wind whipped at his hair as Destiny raced across the fields. Adrenalins hurtling him onwards while his heart pounded in his chest, his hooves almost flying across the grass. For him racing was the only thing in the world to do, (other than pick on his brothers). As he closed his eyes to feel the wind caress his face and draw its long fingers through his mane and tail he could almost hear ... the skittering of a small pebble across the ground.
Suddenly he snapped his eyes open to see that straight in front of him was another Serian. Just standing there... and he was about to go head first into them. Quickly he dug his hooves into the ground in an attempt to slow down. His hooves dug large deep grooves into the grass causing him to almost sit while his backside bearly scraped the ground and dirt to cascade either side of him like water. Just as he almost buried himself up to his nose in dirt he stopped, right next to the other Serian. However he realised his stunt caused a small sprinkling of dirt to darken
her shoulder.
A bit embarrassed Destiny tried to salvage a good first impression as he has not met many and already he believes he shouldn't. So he cleared his throat and stood up, causing dirt to fall off him and somehow add to the others coat. Hanging his head in embarrassment he introduced himself.
Um... Sorry about that. I'm Destiny. I was just... er... Hi, how are you? Um... Sorry He voice began like normal but as his courage failed him it began to sound mousy, ending in an almost whisper.
Destiny turned redder by the moments that passed by.
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One bright night in the middle of the day, two dead men got up to play. Back to back they faced each other, drew thier swords and shot each other.