Bloodspill
Bloodspill sighed. He had been walking for so long. He had no idea where he was going, or what he was going to do there. It was boring, being alone all the time. He wished someone would come up and travel to this place with him. He was strong, but he was bored, tired, and hungry. He laid down and rested for a few minutes, then he drifted in to a very, very deep sleep. When he awoke he blew his mane out of his face and walked on again. To the place he had no idea about.