The deep dark dwellings of the forest are only separated from those in Taiga by a river; a break in the land, a fracture that makes up an eerie landmark, used to separate the one forest from the other. The free one from the eerie one; and further south-west, a more invisible barrier made of scent marks that separates the eerie from the musky one.
To him, they're more of the same.
The translucent bay appaloosa spies the golden boy with ease; in winter, this is not a colour similar to his surroundings. In winter, it is autumn-leaf-gold, dried-grass-gold, spring-flower-gold that passes through a black and white landscape, with greyish brown bark in between. No, that one stands out like a bright pink horse would in the field. But there's just one thing holding him back from approaching immediately, from testing the brightness of that skin against the bright red of an open wound, or asking him if he has permission to stain him with dark reddish brown so he won't stand out as much - a shadow follows, flickering back and forth. They whisper to one another, and suddenly Raj feels like this boy is not to be harmed.
He's to be his friend. He's to be Carnage's tool.
His see-through body moves quietly to catch up with the fleck of gold, his ghostly appearance weaving between the trees at a distance far enough to see the moving boy - maybe he's more of Zain's age? - the one that belongs to Carnage as much as he; but close enough to be noticed if the other pays attention. A test - do you see the see-through colt? Do you hear the creaking snow? Do you know he's watching? He's always watching, after all.
@[Khaedrik]
To him, they're more of the same.
The translucent bay appaloosa spies the golden boy with ease; in winter, this is not a colour similar to his surroundings. In winter, it is autumn-leaf-gold, dried-grass-gold, spring-flower-gold that passes through a black and white landscape, with greyish brown bark in between. No, that one stands out like a bright pink horse would in the field. But there's just one thing holding him back from approaching immediately, from testing the brightness of that skin against the bright red of an open wound, or asking him if he has permission to stain him with dark reddish brown so he won't stand out as much - a shadow follows, flickering back and forth. They whisper to one another, and suddenly Raj feels like this boy is not to be harmed.
He's to be his friend. He's to be Carnage's tool.
His see-through body moves quietly to catch up with the fleck of gold, his ghostly appearance weaving between the trees at a distance far enough to see the moving boy - maybe he's more of Zain's age? - the one that belongs to Carnage as much as he; but close enough to be noticed if the other pays attention. A test - do you see the see-through colt? Do you hear the creaking snow? Do you know he's watching? He's always watching, after all.
@[Khaedrik]