Ever have those moments when you feel lighter than air? When you visualize yourself as floating gracefully over the ground as your feet barely touch, but actually you're stumbling and lucky to even be upright? When you find yourself singing and imagine a lovely singing voice, but actually you're slurring and awfully off-key?
Yeah, that about sums it up.
The massive white stallion (with not but a patch of red on top of his head and tangled, flowing white-streaked red mane and tail) would be easily noticed even if he wasn't rather obnoxiously carrying on. He was awkwardly dancing, if one could call it that, tripping every so often on his way to gods-know-where from gods-knew-where. He knew not where he was, nor where he'd come from, only that he feels freaking awesome. His heart is racing and his head spinning, seeing double as he "pranced", but he feels great, like he weighs no more than a feather and pain does not exist. Blue-green eyes have a slight glazed appearance and are fixed on anything and nothing. He cares not if anyone is near, watching him or otherwise ignoring him. He simply blunders onward, red head tossing and singing loudly, unaware of just how loud he was and uncaring all the same. Even through the slurring of his voice, he has a thick Irish brogue, unmistakable.
"Tura'lu, tura'lu, tura'lu a-lu a-lu! TURA'LI, TURA'LI, TURA'LI, LI LI LI LI!" He is basically shouting than actually singing the Irish tune, but whatever. He's drunk, and completely happy with it.
[YEP! Enjoy! XD
PS: this is the song he's singing click ]
Yeah, that about sums it up.
The massive white stallion (with not but a patch of red on top of his head and tangled, flowing white-streaked red mane and tail) would be easily noticed even if he wasn't rather obnoxiously carrying on. He was awkwardly dancing, if one could call it that, tripping every so often on his way to gods-know-where from gods-knew-where. He knew not where he was, nor where he'd come from, only that he feels freaking awesome. His heart is racing and his head spinning, seeing double as he "pranced", but he feels great, like he weighs no more than a feather and pain does not exist. Blue-green eyes have a slight glazed appearance and are fixed on anything and nothing. He cares not if anyone is near, watching him or otherwise ignoring him. He simply blunders onward, red head tossing and singing loudly, unaware of just how loud he was and uncaring all the same. Even through the slurring of his voice, he has a thick Irish brogue, unmistakable.
"Tura'lu, tura'lu, tura'lu a-lu a-lu! TURA'LI, TURA'LI, TURA'LI, LI LI LI LI!" He is basically shouting than actually singing the Irish tune, but whatever. He's drunk, and completely happy with it.
[YEP! Enjoy! XD
PS: this is the song he's singing click ]
