The hybrid creature lay his weary head on a stray black of ice, his body laying on the large glacier he called home. He remained still, as if his soul had long lost his body. The cold was aggressive and slowly ate away at his moral but he stayed here, for reasons he would only imagine. His blood was that of a hybrid, the result of the breeding of two hybrids together to create this weary being. Insomnia knew his breed made him at risk, for not all approved of his appearance nor his personality much either. He was silent, cautious and submissive and the opposite of his sire, a more outspoken and rioting beast than his son. Insomnia was one of the last of his kind, he had never before met another like himself but he hungered to. If he did, he knew he would feel as if the world had not dumped the misery of millions upon him. He was sick of feeling so numb for so long, any feel would appeal to him rather than this state of misery and loathe.

Insomnia still remained sprawled out on the ivory hued ground. The sky was dark and this could only translate into a storm of any type, allow snow was Insomnia's best guess for this territory. He was unsure how he acquired this piece of frozen earth surrounded by a wall of bloodthirsty icebergs and patches of floating ice. Not a soul dared touch the water of below freezing temperatures, all except their leader. Insomnia would often dunk his head underneath the water, desperate to feel the cold that should be clawing at his flesh and muscle. Nothing, not even the wind blowing against his frozen peltry. Insomnia was immune to the affects of the agonizing rage of the ice and of the temperature, each summer was the same each and every year. Summertime brought blizzards and the icebergs grew fatter and fatter, only making the land look more like a cage than a place of relaxation and comfort. Winter was more unique than the summer, and brought sunny skins and temperatures into the sixties in Fahrenheit. The ice would slowly melt, reducing the glacier and exposing the patches of grass that had remained hidden all summer.

Insomnia had a palomino hued base coat, with his long banner and plumage as white as the surronding icebergs. A thick line of midnight black eyeliner accented his diamond painted optics that stared so blank into the soul. He also had a set of unique markings that covered his coat, they were faint but easily reconized from afar. His irons were was pale and blinding as his plumage, something he inherited from his hybrid dam. Insomnia slowly but surely arose from his state of rest, sleep was something he had yet to learn how to do. He longed to close his eyes and rest them, to feel like his life was only a dream and this state of sleep would release him from his troubles. Yet he knew sleeping would bring a new day, and that meant all knew pain and issues to tend to.

He shook the clinging ice chunks from his coat, giving a slight kick with his right hing appendage to remove a few drops of cool water.


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