lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He should probably stay out of the Field. Lupei’s not much of a conversationalist, but he enjoys anything unusual and anything that could be construed as dramatic. He is, after all, shaped by a rather strange creator who had a flare for the odd. He’s half mint green, half teal for god’s sake. The young male slinks through the throng of bodies, not really focusing on anyone in particular until a loner stands out from the rest. It’s a mare, not too small, not too large, but rather shady and that in itself causes him to change his direction and lope slowly to her.
“Hiding from someone?” He questions, his deepening voice low and just above a whisper. He grins mischievously, tail flicking at his heels as he stops beside her. “If you are, I can take you somewhere secret.” He laughs, the sound coming out in a rough bark. His head shakes, tendrils of curled mane drifting over his bright blue eyes. Lupei sighs, quieting himself before growing halfway serious. “If not, then I still have a place you could call home.” His gaze wanders into her own, stare lingering on her for a moment before it wanders over her body.
“I’m Lupei, from the chamber.” He grins, wondering what she thinks of him.
