When the wind brought a scent to the skinny stallions nose he lifted his head up higher then his withers, it was another equine obviously from the chambers. The grullo tossed his long mane and set his glowing blue eyes to where he thinks the equine will show itself. Surely enough a white, handsome, perfect stallion walks out of the mists and stops before him. In all honesty the stallion felt a little self contentious around this particular because of how well he was put together and how proud he was of his stature. There was something about this white stallion that seemed hot, not in attractiveness or sex appeal but in temperature, the skeleton looked him over and noted the small sparks in the others mane like tiny flames woven into the already shiny strands of the stallions mane. This stallion made Galazar look sick, not like he looked like that already, and dull. Galazar watched as the stallion stood proud but actually smiled down at the skin and bones, it wouldn't be considered a welcoming smile to the faint hearted but to the skinny lad it was a warm welcome. Then the god spoke asking Gal if his mother wasn't feeding him causing the grullo to bark a strange laugh that made his sides heave. "If my mother would of had her way, my father would of killed me a long time ago. But I got to them first, I got rid of those judgmental bastards" He said his voice rough and hoarse (No pun intended) from the disuse of the years of his travels. " Not to be rude but did your mother spoil you? I mean no one with an average mother would ever look like you do" He said smirking slightly the points of his canines showing from under his scared lips.
GALAZAR
I will be here when the wold ends