05-01-2020, 01:06 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2020, 01:07 PM by Skeleton Ghoul.)
if i stare into the abyss, will it stare into me?
The fate of Taiga is rather uncertain these days. With the apparent disappearance of the land's former leader, it's left behind a chaotic power vacuum that several horses are vying for. Skeleton Ghoul snorts. If he had lived there longer, known it's people, he would have taken over himself, but alas. Not yet. Perhaps in the future, depending on how the current political battle goes. He suspects that the mare who had previously asked for the herd's permission to rule will step aside in favor of the young colt who has decided he wants to play ball.
No matter. The titan will watch silently and see how things go. For now, the need for good grazing and maybe just a little socializing has struck him, however oddly, so Skeleton Ghoul sets out to the Meadow to see what's what. There are other horses there, vague shapes in the dark predawn, but the giant doesn't approach them. Instead, he sets to grazing on tall grasses and browsing on low, dew-covered leaves.
A twig snaps, gaining Skeleton Ghoul's attention. Muscles tense, ears trained on the sound as the grasses away awkwardly in the dark. If it is a predator, it's a piss poor one. But it isn't, and the dark stallion watches the head of a foal pop up and look around, only to have it walk right into his shoulder and tumble backwards. The stallion's skin twitches, and he swings his heavy head her way, empty white gaze landing on the teeny filly.
"Angels?" he repeats, voice like gravel. He has half a mind to tell her that angels don't exist, but he bites his tongue when a fat teardrop rolls down her cheek. No need to be a total asshole, he supposes. "I have not, no. What sort of angel are you looking for?"
No matter. The titan will watch silently and see how things go. For now, the need for good grazing and maybe just a little socializing has struck him, however oddly, so Skeleton Ghoul sets out to the Meadow to see what's what. There are other horses there, vague shapes in the dark predawn, but the giant doesn't approach them. Instead, he sets to grazing on tall grasses and browsing on low, dew-covered leaves.
A twig snaps, gaining Skeleton Ghoul's attention. Muscles tense, ears trained on the sound as the grasses away awkwardly in the dark. If it is a predator, it's a piss poor one. But it isn't, and the dark stallion watches the head of a foal pop up and look around, only to have it walk right into his shoulder and tumble backwards. The stallion's skin twitches, and he swings his heavy head her way, empty white gaze landing on the teeny filly.
"Angels?" he repeats, voice like gravel. He has half a mind to tell her that angels don't exist, but he bites his tongue when a fat teardrop rolls down her cheek. No need to be a total asshole, he supposes. "I have not, no. What sort of angel are you looking for?"
SKELETON GHOUL
@[Echis]
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