Snippet #949259

Drew's life at the moment would best be described as terrible. At first, he had thought that being the only talking horse in all of Cordelia would be amazing. He had checked out the laws, and he was a convenient legal loophole. There were absolutely no laws in the Cordelian constitution that told one how to prosecute a horse. He could effectively do anything illegal and as long as he got away, there was nothing the guards could do but try to find his owner. There was the tiny fact that he had no owner, but they didn't know that. Of course he knew he couldn't take anything valuable; when you have four legs that have to keep you balanced at all times, holding something is rarely an option. All he had wanted to do was stir up some trouble, and maybe steal some fruit. This, however, turned out to be the only good thing about his current predicament.

For one thing, every time he had tried to pass a stable, the stable-boys always thought that they'd lost a horse and chased after him, prompting him to jump into various back-alleys or deliver a swift kick to their stomachs. Having a crowd look at what he had done was not what he wanted. Speaking of crowds, he could hardly walk among the city streets without being stared at. Even worse, when he tried to explain to them why he was walking without an owner, they always yelled "DEMON" and made the largest uproar that a person could make about a talking horse. It was like they had never seen talking animals before. The nerve of them, calling clerics to exorcise him! He could only stand being purged of his demons so many times!

Apparently being a legendary hero requires that you not make people think you’re a demon come to plague their homes and steal their children. Who knew?, he thought. Thankfully he had managed to get away from the crazies and had found some food to munch on. "More vendors should sell food in easy to carry sacks", he reasoned "it makes it much easier to steal." Doing the best he could with the pack, he used his teeth to rip the pack open and nibble at the bits of food in it. This was truly some of the best nameless fruit he had ever had. He spit out the seeds, trying to make a game of seeing which of the passers-by he could hit with them. It was always fun to mess with people's heads.

Just then, some loud ruckus erupted from the building beside where he was eating, and a man ran from the building, using some kind of energy to fix his nose. Turning around (which was a rather hard thing to do, as horses had gigantic turning circles), he faced Vincent, lowering his head in a horse's equivalent of a bow. Speaking, he began "Hello, random stranger. May I inquire as to why you suddenly burst from that building as if Sharad himself had begun to pole-dance? Just wondering, as few people burst from buildings any more; they always seem to walk slowly away while their back is pummeled with shrapnel."