I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
The pale stallion is in a foul mood. Of course, he’s always in a foul mood, so that’s nothing terribly new. But it is made more terrible by the fact that his jumbled memories had begun returning to some semblance of order, and recalling the absolute (comparative) bliss of having no memories makes them somehow even more damning.
It’s easier not to dwell, even if it is the only thing going for him. Easier to wash it away in a haze of monsters and pain. Even in the shadow of the memory of one tearing free from his very skin, he has made no effort to avoid them. A small sadistic part of him even half hoped one would just take him the fuck out already. At least then he’d get a reprieve, brief as it would undoubtedly be.
But he must be the unluckiest lucky bastard to walk this damned continent.
He had moved from river to meadow today, taking advantage of what little light there is by traversing to where it shone more freely. Not that it made much difference, but enough at least he could make the broad swell of a small hill in the distance through the thinned edges of the trees where he had taken shelter at the borders of the forest.
His attention is swiftly drawn however by the soft whoosh of wings from above. His dark eyes rise to find the indistinct shape of another winged horse swooping down into the small clearing in the midst of the sparse trees. A scowl is already dragging at his lips as he glares irritably at the unfamiliar form currently thumping down much closer than he would have preferred (though a good three lengths separate where he stands by a shadowed trunk from the other stallion).
To make matters worse, the interloping asshat immediately starts to make vague threats in his direction, as though he was the interruptor rather than the interrupted. Unfortunately for this stranger, Ashhal is in absolutely no mood to play whatever games he was trying to start.
“Fuck off,” he growls back, his voice resonating with distinct clarity just how unimpressed he was with his posturing.
@[Tarian]