09-16-2017, 10:15 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
Melting snow from the mountains feeds into the Meadows streams, causing them to overflow in places to form small ponds and damp earth. The air is crisp and cool in the early spring time, leaving a very irritable Dahmer shivering in the expansive Meadow. He knows he should have known better than to venture away from Tephra before the conclusion of winter - the humid air of his volcano home spoils him; he would never journey away, if he didn't have to.
The winged thoroughbred, upon inspection of the moist ground all around him, deciding to pivot on his muscled hindquarters and head back up towards higher ground, where maybe he wouldn't need to focus on avoiding getting his hooves stuck. Ruffling the feathered appendages against his sides, the blue-eyed beast pushes his weight forward to ascend the hill leisurely while his gaze moves over the green carpet of the Meadow. A red and black mare stands a few yards away from him, her frame previously blocked by a small thicket of trees, and for a moment the Commander thinks it to be Karaugh, Sylva's most interesting inhabitant.
He takes a few strides forward before realizing his mistake, but at this point it's too late to back away and Dahmer gifts the duo-toned mare with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, thought you were someone else," he offers with a chuckle before tilting his dark head to the side, "My name is Dahmer. How do you feel about some company?" Mmmm, Dahmer the small talk expert.
The winged thoroughbred, upon inspection of the moist ground all around him, deciding to pivot on his muscled hindquarters and head back up towards higher ground, where maybe he wouldn't need to focus on avoiding getting his hooves stuck. Ruffling the feathered appendages against his sides, the blue-eyed beast pushes his weight forward to ascend the hill leisurely while his gaze moves over the green carpet of the Meadow. A red and black mare stands a few yards away from him, her frame previously blocked by a small thicket of trees, and for a moment the Commander thinks it to be Karaugh, Sylva's most interesting inhabitant.
He takes a few strides forward before realizing his mistake, but at this point it's too late to back away and Dahmer gifts the duo-toned mare with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, thought you were someone else," he offers with a chuckle before tilting his dark head to the side, "My name is Dahmer. How do you feel about some company?" Mmmm, Dahmer the small talk expert.
Dahmer
@[Merida], WOW SORRY ABOUT THIS POOP.