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His keen senses, another perk of his magic, pick up on the mare moving about the shadows cast by ancient trees. The land seems to sing as feet dance across her, the Chamber has missed the pulse she once had and her heart begins to stir beneath the crust, will it beat again like it used to?Chemdog’s bones creak as he turns to face the sabino, a grin pulled across his muzzle and his vibrant eyes tipping over the stranger who stops some distance off. She watches him like he might be an important piece of whatever she is doing ̶ what a shame that he’s utterly useless to anyone, at the moment.
He flicks his marked nose at the girl, letting his wild mane be swept over his neck and face. Irisaen comes slithering from his thick locks, peering from the mess of hair, curiously flicking her tongue. When the mare calls out to him her voice is tempting, sultry, a draw to bring him closer. This is how all the best curses start…
“Certainly miss,” he chuckles, splashing his tail across each hip and picking up a thudding trot to close the rest of the distance between them. His head tips like a raptor investigating its next meal, blinking down at her. Scales flash like a wave over his body, but disappear, and a thin smoke starts to spread from where he stands, reaching out like a glowing fog. It covers the ground where they both stand, clearly conjured by him. “And what’s a lady doing wandering the Chamber as if she’s never been here before?” he chuckles again, adjusting his posture to slant an ankle.
CHEMDOG
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