07-22-2015, 08:18 PM
The stallion might as well be made of bones with hide pulled over his frame as taut as a drum. What little muscle he has is stringy and stands at attention under his drab pelt, their movements visible as a walking anatomy lesson.
The sky was moody today. Tumultuous thunderheads had scuttled across the sky to roil together, their black bodies streaked with a queasy green color that suggested the worst was yet to come. The air was humid and dead as if the land was holding its breath for the coming storm, the stink of ozone filled Oubliette's nostrils.
Colorlessly black pupils gazed over the grasses with disinterest, giving as little mind to the few souls who had found themselves enveloped by this bad weather as to the clouds themselves. "Unlucky to a man..." He mumbled to himself in a rusty voice that was soon drowned out as the heavens burst and rain fell in sheets. The grasses were flattened under the deluge and his drab, mousy grullo became almost black with the wet.
Other than a flattening of his ears, he might have been a statue for all the rain bothered him. This was perhaps his most unbecoming trait, two sets of ears where other horses had only one. The first seemed normal enough as they laid against his skull but the second set seemed floppy, they hung low against his neck and only gave a slight twitch. Dry, black hair hung in strawlike clumps from his too-straight neck, his tail was lank and lip and a bit too short.
Much like the scarecrow his skeletal figure resembled, other horses seemed to shy away from him but perhaps someone would be brave enough, desperate enough, or curious enough to approach.
The sky was moody today. Tumultuous thunderheads had scuttled across the sky to roil together, their black bodies streaked with a queasy green color that suggested the worst was yet to come. The air was humid and dead as if the land was holding its breath for the coming storm, the stink of ozone filled Oubliette's nostrils.
Colorlessly black pupils gazed over the grasses with disinterest, giving as little mind to the few souls who had found themselves enveloped by this bad weather as to the clouds themselves. "Unlucky to a man..." He mumbled to himself in a rusty voice that was soon drowned out as the heavens burst and rain fell in sheets. The grasses were flattened under the deluge and his drab, mousy grullo became almost black with the wet.
Other than a flattening of his ears, he might have been a statue for all the rain bothered him. This was perhaps his most unbecoming trait, two sets of ears where other horses had only one. The first seemed normal enough as they laid against his skull but the second set seemed floppy, they hung low against his neck and only gave a slight twitch. Dry, black hair hung in strawlike clumps from his too-straight neck, his tail was lank and lip and a bit too short.
Much like the scarecrow his skeletal figure resembled, other horses seemed to shy away from him but perhaps someone would be brave enough, desperate enough, or curious enough to approach.