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09-11-2012, 04:34 PM
From north a cold wind came, a cold wind in the shape of a pale equine stallion. He was an ugly one; big head, round belly and skinny legs, His eyes had a strange dim light in them and his mane was uneven from him scratching on trees. Ugly he was in more than one way, but he stood very tall, much taller than Monster, and young Snö would be dwarfed beside him. He came towards them, his sickly grey eyes locked on the little girl. He licked his lips and then he smiled, disgustingly yellow teeth showing. As he came closer the wind bore his stench towards the two unicorns and their machine. He paid the soulless thing and the pet monster little attention, he went straight for the girl.
He kept his big ugly head high and it was a certain swing in his steps, like he was about to do something exciting. When he closed in on the girl his smile widened and, still walking towards her he said: ”Hi there little girl! Are you lost?” His question sounded almost gleeful as if he expected and wanted her to answer him with tears in her eyes sobbing that she missed her mama and papa. The pale stallion sluggish eyes traveled over her little frame without him even trying to hide it. She would be a fine one, this girl. She had sass, he could see that, he was an expert on reading them now… the little ones.
He kept his big ugly head high and it was a certain swing in his steps, like he was about to do something exciting. When he closed in on the girl his smile widened and, still walking towards her he said: ”Hi there little girl! Are you lost?” His question sounded almost gleeful as if he expected and wanted her to answer him with tears in her eyes sobbing that she missed her mama and papa. The pale stallion sluggish eyes traveled over her little frame without him even trying to hide it. She would be a fine one, this girl. She had sass, he could see that, he was an expert on reading them now… the little ones.
