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

#10

02-04-2014, 10:21 PM

Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality

Bemused, the ghoul watches the odd interactions between the stallion and mare, notes the way he moves away from her attempted touch. Does he not like to be touched? Slaiter can understand flinching, shying away from contact for fear of being harmed, but this girl seems friendly, the the black male simply disdainful, uninterested in such things, despite being the one to instigate them. Instead, the pegasus glances his way, only to once again lose all focus. It is almost like the unicorn is not there at all, not that he minds. The attention of the cruel one is something he is only to happy to avoid.

More words come from the beast, almost mocking in their tone, and instinctively the ghoul pins back his ears, even as he turns to see just who is the recipient of the sneers. He cannot see much in the misty dark, but that is something he is used to. Instead, he sniffs the air, swivels his ears, searching for any sign of another. And yes, now that he is looking for her he can smell the mare, can hear the quiet sounds of faint movement. There is someone there, and he recognizes her odor, has run across it often enough, thinks he has even seen her a few times. A gray pegasus, missing a wing, and reclusive, just as he is. What has drawn her to this meeting? Did she come because she knows the other stallion, or was she always there? With no way to know, he dismisses the questions for now, deciding that perhaps he should remain alert rather than forget himself in endless questions.

Windwalker is speaking again, addressing the paint again, but she turns away, apparently repulsed by his rude behavior. She confirms this with a stern rebuke, and comes to stand by him, offering a brief smile before calling to the lurking Africa, promising support and assistance. Slaiter bobs his head in agreement, though he doesn't know if he can been seen through the fog. Together, he thinks they could run off their ill-mannered companion.

Kissing death and losing my breath
Slaiter

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