| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
| M.E. |
The basin had been abandoned for nearly an entire season—abandoned by all things indeed. The waters had dried into something ghastly and corrosive; the flora had withered into black ashes and filth. The stars above had extinguished themselves and even the flowing ribbon of the aurora had ceased to exist within the blackened plane of decay. No horse had resided here—well, no mortal, life-breathing, flesh-donning horse, that is. For the Disciple had stayed true to his Northern abode, and indeed, he had stayed true to his innermost natures.
“Let’s see here…” he muttered to himself, his head ducked and his cloven hooves working swiftly, diligently, precisely among the blackened lichen, the odorous stench of dead flesh and the pale yellow of greasy horse-fat. “…The muscle here has quite clearly…detached from this bone…” He was a tall and gangly horse, yet in this moment Zikar-Sin stood carefully stooped, studiously focused on what seemed to be a most delicate specimen; if one where to see his expression, one might suppose he were attending to the care of a most precious child. “What interesting decay,” he whispered to himself, that cloven hoof of his needling the discolored flesh of his quarry, “The immediate change of his flesh seemed to be from rapid degeneration, yet here it’s evident that…time itself is still able to…induce the average deterioration of flesh…hmmm…”
And so it went—and had been—for nearly an entire season. Nothing but black and acrid winds and bitter cold, and the tainted Disciple laboring over the body of an infected infidel he had found searching in the wilds. Indeed, Sin had been enthralled with this intriguing sort of virus, his excitement growing when he himself caught the plague. He had, with ample excitement, felt the itch of his ruined flesh; felt it when his own left eye simply fell from its socket, dangling there on a delicate pink tendon; felt it when his mane and tail began to grow like ravenous, matted weeds around his neck and fetlocks. And yet, it seemed, his mind had stayed completely whole and unaffected by the ravenous virus—or, perhaps, his mind had been unwholesome and decayed to begin with. He didn’t reflect over these peculiarities, much…
…for there was science to be had!
To study one’s self in a reflective pool to better study the effects of this sickness was one method of examination—to be able to witness it in another body, however, that was true discovery! And thus, the deceased body of some poor fool of a diseased equine had been salvaged from the outer lands, those lands that reflected the ruined state of Sin’s own homeland. He had dragged that body back and taken to studying the effect of time over the state of the disease that still resided in that ruined flesh. Oh, how time ticked on! It whirled passed the Disciple, molding the world around him without his notice, so that when the stars returned, the water became pleasant to the tongue, and the aurora once again twinkled brightly ahead on some nights, Zikar-Sin didn’t notice, so enthralled he was with his project!
It wasn’t until a strange scent entered his field of perception that Sin was shaken from the intensity of his passion. Strange it was, because Sin was accustomed to the scent of rot and unclean, and this scent surely came from the bodies of healthy, sweating, blood-flowing, air breathing, clear eyed companions. His companions; his herd!
Zikar-Sin knew well enough the tendencies of his comrades; the concentrations of horse-smell told him that there was a meeting to be had, and he must attend to it, as duty befitted. As such, when Sin made his way swiftly towards the congregation, he failed to realize his own disheveled, infected state—that he was very much a plague bringer, and that the dead body that bore the brunt of his passionate discoveries was very much a talisman of ruin as well. He failed to think of these things, for he was overwhelmed with his joy to see his herd again—for science is exciting, but dead bodies do not make for good company.
“Ho, friends!” He called out merrily, trotting gaily towards the large group of hard, scarred brutes that he had come to call family, “Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you all again!”
[SINNY IS STILL INFECTED. As well as the body of his specimen (which is Ricochet's dead body, btw). Both can still infect herd members! I think!]
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[O] Unite and Spread the Heart Apart [Herd Meeting]
