He is not especially quiet in the darkness. Has never known the bite of a predator to instill caution, nor the sting of an injury that might incur some sort of understanding. He is young and naive, full of unearned self-confidence to lead his way in this eternal night. One day he may learn, and one day he may regret. But for today he is simply a young boy of not quite two with little to trouble him but a monster here or there.
As he had grown, he has begun to look rather odd however. While he is rife with the slim and long-legged lankiness of youth, his skin had begun to grow… lumpy. As luck would have it, his mother (one of them at least) had recognized the unusual protrusions immediately. Had explained that one day soon they would begin to burst through his skin as bone grew into (a slightly gruesome) armor. For now though, he simply appeared an oddly misshapen colt who had grand delusions of already being a stallion.
Picking his way through the trees is easy enough for him, his sight heightened and enhanced by his own abilities. He had come here to learn, though he had yet to find anything useful (though if truth be told, he had found plenty of useful information, just nothing he yet recognized as useful). Finally deciding to return home, he is quickly interrupted by the sight of something out of the corner of his eye. He stills, gaze sharpening as though it could cut more than just the darkness. He relaxes just as quickly however when he recognizes the form as equine.
Not anyone he knows, but still as familiar as the rest. These midnight times are perhaps not the best for friend-making, though that does not seem to stop the red and white colt. Tossing flaxen strands from his gaze, he moves forward, steps as quiet as an elephant on gravel might be. Curiosity blooming, he greets her with all the finesse of a balloon animal. “If you’re waiting for monsters, you might have better luck farther in.”
reave
@[Mazikeen]