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12-20-2015, 10:21 AM
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Albrecht "You're more than welcome to warm these old bones, lass." The backward fold of his ears loosens somewhat and his green eyes flicker to life, briefly amused by his own brazenness, another new development. "I'm sure we could come to some manner of satisfactory trade... Age brings experience after all." A spindly lions tail lifts and pats the ground beside its host, flicking the copper fringe at its end across his hollowed flank. The hair is dry and brittle, catching in the hills and valleys of exposed ribs and falling listlessly from his prominent hip bones. There used to be muscle and fat filling those gaps, back when health and happiness shone bright on his coat. Now he just looks dull, dirty. He looks frail. Somewhere deep inside there's a flush of embarrassment, but closer to the surface anger and resentment shield him from those more painful admissions. He won't hide the decrepitude. He wants her to see - wants someone to acknowledge the shit he's been through and see that he's not a villain at all but just another kind of victim. Two more faces appear from among the trees, warm bodies lining up to introduce themselves. Attractive bodies no less, though the stallions mood is souring rapidly as he stubbornly refuses to think about the irony of finding a walking snowflake attractive and affirms to himself that they're more like hot springs on the inside anyway. Hot springs of any sort would do him a world of good right now. "My story?" Black lips press together, momentarily balking. He wants them to see, not to know, and he certainly doesn't want the phantoms of memory to drag him through it a second time. "I had the biggest cock in the land and the ol' man of the herd wouldn't tolerate all his mares having black foals instead of red." Black foals, red foals, browns and greys - he'd had them all. Had lost them all. The musk of wolf burned through his nostrils, suffocating all else. Wide eyes caught the iridescent glint of hollow haired outer fur against the bay mares side. He blinked hard, but it was no ghost to banish by sheer will. Joints popped and snapped as he finally rose, ears flat to his skull. "Fucking mongrel." Clenched teeth and genuine hatred lent a rare deepness to the words. The Curmudgeon |
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