Let's Not Be Sultry

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[OPEN] Let's Not Be Sultry

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1hh :: 13

Shoikan

01-29-2014, 06:03 PM

Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality

There is a sort of peace here for the ghoul, a quietness that mimics his old home in the swamp. True, this place is not filled with stagnant water and old corpses, does not reek of decay, is not illuminated only by the pale, inconsistent light of foxfire, but it is alien in its own way. The oddly glowing plants seem to unnerve others, keep them away from his little corner of the cavern, and so he stays, tucked away and forgotten.

He prefers it this way.

However, there are a few horses who venture into his temporary home, and one comes today, stepping past his hiding spot and continuing to the water. She drinks for a moment, then turns. He hopes she will leave, but she does not, instead stopping beneath the largest, brightest tree to rest. He dithers for a moment, as he normally does, before cautiously stepping forward. The girl seems familiar somehow, though he cannot quite place her, and curiosity has always been his weakness.

Still, he is ever wary, and does not come fully into the glow, hesitating just outside the gleaming canopy of branches and vines. This way, if necessary, he can still flee into the dimmer places, remain unknown. He has been hurt by far too many would-be monster hunters to reveal his darkened eyes and rot colored pelt to strangers.

"Hello," he offers finally, hoping his oddly deep voice will not give away his corpse-son nature. "I think we've met?" Maybe she will know why he faintly recognizes her, will explain who and what she is so that he can stop guessing and doubting.

Kissing death and losing my breath
Slaiter

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