•White Thunder• IP: 216.38.187.32 Posted on October 19, 2009 at 07:39:46 PM by Mustapha
(Lol, i deserve that. XD )
Mustapha sniffed the grass, touched it with his lip, then pulled it into his mouth with his tongue. Its taste, probably because of the emptiness of the island, was bitter, almost unfriendly. The unicorn did not complain though, for this was a kind gesture and it would be rude to say anything against it.
When Mustapha finished the grass, leaving only a trimmed rug that would eventually die out, he said, "I'm not sure if I have any questions. I'm only trying to explore and find my place, but all of this wandering is nice too. I do not mind being a nomad. I'm Mustapha," he added.