wither [ lepis ]

[Oriax]

it'll only hurt for a second is my favorite fucking lie

 

The grey brute skulks throughout his new home of Sylva, evading curious eyes as best as his impressively dappled form can. He had only recently been introduced here by Mary, an incredibly naive and desperate girl (in his eyes, anyways), but Oriax had made great time in exploring most of Sylva’s offerings. What he had found most curious were the randomly strewn boulders that towered over him - their immovable carcasses sticking out quite painfully. He wondered vaguely what destruction they had caused upon their arrival - or were they here before the expansive forest grew?

Pale, milky moonlight pierced the treetop cover, spilling itself over Oriax in an eerie mask as he stood motionless near a thickly trunked hickory tree. It’s fiery aroma hung heavy in his soft grey nares, but he breathed heartily nonetheless.  For someone who had never learned emotions, his body posture admitted to others that he may be experiencing boredom. Oriax’s dull eyes stared impartially ahead, black rimmed auds pointed forward in the event that an intruder decided to pay him a visit. Though the dappled stag was normally listless, he was always alert.

The male cocked a back hoof, hips swaying closer to the towering tree beside him. “A quiet night…” He breathed, unconsciously swishing his salt and pepper tresses.

Oriax

ooc; for @Lepis and i'm sorry for the lame starter. he'll be his sassy self in no time, i'm sure!