01-08-2018, 07:40 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
Dahmer had ended his conversation with the winged purple stallion feeling quite... curious. Klaudius, as he'd called himself, hadn't been exactly rude or exactly threatening, but there had certainly been something off about the lavender man. When their conversation had come to a close, Dahmer couldn't decide whether or not to follow behind his newest acquaintance's hoof steps or continue with his rounds for the day Eventually, the latter won out.
And how lucky that it had.
The black beast ─ no longer avian ─ walks leisurely and quiet through the gold and red forest, the leaves painting their shadows across his sleek back. Dahmer's ocean blue eyes peer ahead, into the distance where he can still see the shine of Klaudius' purple coat every few seconds as he weaves between trunks of hickory and maple. A newer, unfamiliar scent is gifted to him after some time and his hair stands instantly on edge at the assumption that Klaudius had been an accomplice. A distraction.
He worries instantly for Ellyse.
Dahmer's thoroughbred frame is instantly terse and his legs sweep skillfully through the trees as he works to close the distance between himself and Klaudius ─ but, he then realizes, that the lavender stallion hadn't been a distraction. The mare's voice rings harsh through the trees, greeted with mirthful chuckles and threatening grumbles. Dahmer is not a stranger to these sounds, to the obvious dominance that the lavender stallion is attempting to hold over his companion, and he comes trudging through the foliage with hardened blue eyes and ears pressed flat against his obsidian head.
"She will be going nowhere," the king of Sylva demands, eyes flicking quickly between the Klaudius and the opalescent mare as he comes to a stop in front of the two, his black tail whipping with aggravation around his hindquarters. "But you, he spits at the lavender stallion, "will be getting the fuck out of Sylva." He pauses a moment, nostrils fluttering as he recalls the bits of the conversation he had overheard. "Or do I have to make you?"
And how lucky that it had.
The black beast ─ no longer avian ─ walks leisurely and quiet through the gold and red forest, the leaves painting their shadows across his sleek back. Dahmer's ocean blue eyes peer ahead, into the distance where he can still see the shine of Klaudius' purple coat every few seconds as he weaves between trunks of hickory and maple. A newer, unfamiliar scent is gifted to him after some time and his hair stands instantly on edge at the assumption that Klaudius had been an accomplice. A distraction.
He worries instantly for Ellyse.
Dahmer's thoroughbred frame is instantly terse and his legs sweep skillfully through the trees as he works to close the distance between himself and Klaudius ─ but, he then realizes, that the lavender stallion hadn't been a distraction. The mare's voice rings harsh through the trees, greeted with mirthful chuckles and threatening grumbles. Dahmer is not a stranger to these sounds, to the obvious dominance that the lavender stallion is attempting to hold over his companion, and he comes trudging through the foliage with hardened blue eyes and ears pressed flat against his obsidian head.
"She will be going nowhere," the king of Sylva demands, eyes flicking quickly between the Klaudius and the opalescent mare as he comes to a stop in front of the two, his black tail whipping with aggravation around his hindquarters. "But you, he spits at the lavender stallion, "will be getting the fuck out of Sylva." He pauses a moment, nostrils fluttering as he recalls the bits of the conversation he had overheard. "Or do I have to make you?"
Dahmer
@[Ellyse], @[Sabra], @[Klaudius]