I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Were he a more poetic man, he might reminisce about the ways in which the world has changed in the nearly two centuries since his birth. But he is not and never has been. Instead he had counted the years in the tides of his own anger and boredom, in the innumerable times he had wished for a death that would never truly come to him.
Even the moments he had imagined it finally had, they had ultimately only been that: imaginings.
Though he is not truly glaring at anything in particular, only a blind man would miss the bear that ambles around the craggy red rock of a hill. It strikes him as odd in those first moments. A white bear normally found in the deep reaches of ice and snow is not something he might have expected in the heat of Loess. It causes his own hackles to rise immediately, wings ruffling and lifting as his dark and pitiless eyes fall on the beast.
Just as quickly however, the massive thing begins to shift and shrink, melting into the more familiar form of another equine.
Even fucking better. The scowl on Ashhal’s lips deepens, but he forces himself to temper the hostility, lest he attack a resident rather than some feckless outsider. Not that he could truly call himself a resident, much less self-appointed keeper of the kingdom who had had the poor luck to land with him.
In another life, it might have been amusing that these two kingdom hermits were staring at each other with such suspicion, unsure whether the other belonged. If for no other reason than the sheer irony.
The raspy greeting does not set Ashhal at ease, but it does, at the very least, reassure him that they are not going to immediately launch into a brawl. Not that he would have minded overly much, but it didn’t seem the smart thing to do. Instead he responds with every bit of his customary tact and good humor. “Who the fuck are you?”
@[Ledger]