Post by sprocket on Dec 4, 2012 16:56:47 GMT -6
Creak creak went the metal wing skeletons on his back. Each step he took made more and more noise, causing Sprocket's ears to fly back in irritation. The noise was like nails on a chalkboard. Thank goodness he was going home to get some oil to rub into the rusty pieces of flimsy metal! Really, they didn't even work, so most didn't understand why he even kept wearing the darn things, but he enjoyed their sentimentality. Perhaps, one day, he would replace them, but for now he liked how they looked and how he felt in them. Well, generally, anyway. It was just this cold air that was getting to his invention... all of his inventions, really, were starting to get stiff in joints. He'd need a lot more oil...[/size]
With a quiet snort, he shook his fur out and shivered. He couldn't get home fast enough! If his wings actually worked, he'd have been home long ago, sitting in front of the fireplace and drinking cider... His mouth watered with the very thought. If only he could fly, then he'd be able to do everything faster. For now, though, the cold was unbearable, and so the tan colt decided to take a turn and head into the town square. There, he'd be able to find a bit of shelter so he could regain his energy, and perhaps meet a pony or two that would enjoy conversation...
"Maybe I should go eat something first," he muttered to himself before heading towards any particular building. His stomach growled impatiently as he stood in the center of the square, still deciding on where to go.