08-18-2015, 08:44 PM
"Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem."
While she was not loud, she was not completely quiet either. Neither was he, nor the young thing sliding through the woods towards him even now. Indeed, he was only quiet when he wished to be and he quieted the sound his hooves made, moved the brush from his way with a small tendril of magic that was it's own living thing more often than not. He could hear her, turned his own head to see her as she hesitated in her steps just long enough to squint his way. A small smile curls his lips and he stops his movement, blending even farther into the shadows that hugged and caressed him.
And then this young thing comes to him and he supposed that on others that voice, eerie in it's own way, would send a shiver down one's spine. However, Pazuzu feels nothing, whatever this boy thinks he can do, the stallion can do greater. So he turns, the black to the young bay who is nothing more than a child really and almost laughs at him. His mirth is contained. "What do you know about playing, boy?" The stallion asks him, even as he all but dismisses him. It would take something great for him to be amazed, to even contemplate allowing him along in his adventures.
He turns away from Kult, turns to look back towards the mare. He slips fowards, leaving the boy behind him, allowing the shadows to fall from him so that he was visible. His coat changing in a ripple so that he was a mirror image of the mare before him, her own voice rippling out of his mouth. "Who are you?" Those emerald green eyes of her own peering back into her own eyes.
And then this young thing comes to him and he supposed that on others that voice, eerie in it's own way, would send a shiver down one's spine. However, Pazuzu feels nothing, whatever this boy thinks he can do, the stallion can do greater. So he turns, the black to the young bay who is nothing more than a child really and almost laughs at him. His mirth is contained. "What do you know about playing, boy?" The stallion asks him, even as he all but dismisses him. It would take something great for him to be amazed, to even contemplate allowing him along in his adventures.
He turns away from Kult, turns to look back towards the mare. He slips fowards, leaving the boy behind him, allowing the shadows to fall from him so that he was visible. His coat changing in a ripple so that he was a mirror image of the mare before him, her own voice rippling out of his mouth. "Who are you?" Those emerald green eyes of her own peering back into her own eyes.
pazuzu
(Do you have any restrictions on to how evil you want him to be?)