are you blessed or bleeding?

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Ricochet the Incendiary Posts: 133

Deceased

Stallion :: Equine :: 15.2 hands :: 5 years Buff: BULK

Blu

10-22-2013, 07:16 PM (This post was last modified: 10-22-2013, 07:16 PM by Ricochet.)

There was not thought as he walked, just the movement of his muscles rippling underneath his buttermilk pelt.

The rain fell lightly on his pelt, the gods foaming at the mouth again. Ricochet didn't mind the coolness after days of heat, and he almost liked the rain smoothing out his skin, turning him wet as a colt just delivered from between a mother's legs. Some might take the chilly drizzle as a day of misery- not Ricochet. It had him almost smiling, taking him back to images of the crazy bitch. She had been a lunatic, all savage smiles and eerie sayings, the color of blood, but she was also strong. Last time he had entered Helovia, she had been waiting for him, greeting him on the door of the Threshold. Not this year.

Maybe somebody had killed her. Chances are she deserved it...

Guns whined, a whimpering sob that snatched the equine's attention. "By the name of Nieque, what is wrong with you?" He growled, eyeing the damp dog unhappily. When he had gone to the Tome Guardian, he had never even realized what trouble dogs could be. Damn things, eating anything they came across, even the corpse of a unicorn he once found venturing outside of the Land of the Sun. Not that he minded that. All unicorns deserved to die, and meat- however rotted- was food for the hungry dog.

The dog cried out again, keening piteously as he cringed close to Ricochet's legs. In return, the stallion grunted, leaned down, and nipped at the air beside the dog's ears, teeth clicking together sharply. Guns' ears twisted back unhappily, and he shot off, disappearing into the mist.

"Fuck it," he mutters, thoroughly pissed, and he picks up a lumbering trot, entering the grove of secrets and the oasis of romance.