Just a spoonfull of acid (Silk) (Closed)

[OPEN] Just a spoonfull of acid (Silk) (Closed)

Hidden Account atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.0

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17hh :: 5 (Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

12-30-2013, 05:59 PM

satanic silk

His wings tucked against his side, Silk moved through the night, his black hooves kicking up sand as he moved. The darkness wrapped his body like a cloak, providing extra stealth to the already shadowed body. The only part of him that stood out in the darkness was his silvery flaxen mane and tail, and they kept him illuminated in the night so that he remained slightly visible. His mind was lost as he wandered. He thought about those he had met, those he thought he might have a calling to join. Most of all, though, he thought about Africa. The dapple grey one-winged beauty was at the forefront of his mind. He purred quietly to himself. Something about her entranced him, and though she was so gentle and innocent and generally unlike what he normally was attracted to, he was drawn to her. Silk found himself wanting to protect the Oracle, and cherish her like no other did. He wasn't sure yet that he wanted to admit this to anyone... he'd grown up believing that emotion was weakness, especially the 'softer' emotions like love and joy. But this was something that he could not deny to himself - or to her.

Lost in his thoughts, Silk was surprised to find himself nearly face to face with a pegasus stallion. His ears twitched back, annoyed that he had not been aware of his surroundings until now. The pinto stallion had feathery white wings, tipped in gold, just as his hooves were painted. With him was a phoenix, burning bright in the night. Silk took a quick step back, uncomfortable with how close he was to this stranger.

He looked the stallion up and down. He seemed to be as lost in his thoughts as Silk was, though Silk imagined they were not as pleasant, based off the look on the other's face. He noticed the golden eyes, and thought idly that they went well with the other gold accents, much like Silk's eyes went with the accents he also had. He grunted at the other brute. Satanic Silk. And you are? His manners were not at their best right now, and he did not care. The pinto looked like he could take care of himself and would not mind Silk's gruffness. If he did, then too bad.