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| Electricity could be felt in the air as the golden stallion turned his back to the wind heading west towards the ocean. This had been one of the first places he had come across when he had mistakenly arrived her via portal thanks to one of this planet's gods. He had been searching for a way to wash the infection from the large wounds the ghastly bear god demon had inflicted him with, salt water and the ice cold had helped do the trick. While some had believed him to be crazy for standing neck deep in the frigid water it had helped to heal the wounds to the point where there was barely a mark on his otherwise perfect pelt. He had sustained many wounds over the years but thankfully few had left any noticeable marks. Against the darkness of the sky and the deep blues of the ocean his bi-coloured orbs nearly skipped over the black silhouette standing against the wind with her back to him. If not for the billowing tendrils of hair and the potency of her scent he may have overlooked her thinking her just part of the scenery. The fae bore dual horns similar to those of his own with the exception of the colour and length, he had met few that shared the double set of weaponry. The only splashes of colour along her length was the peppering along her hide, a ghostly pale face and only a touch of colour to the bottoms of her pillars, otherwise she was as black as the ocean itself. Curiosity bloomed in the young stag's mind as to what a lady such as this would be doing out here in the midst of a storm? Perhaps it was ignorance that drew her to these shores when lightning could very well strike her dead at any moment... or perhaps this girl had some kind of death wish. Neither choice really interested him but for the hell of it he figured he might as well attempt to poke at the choice of better judgement. "Some would say that standing there would likely strike you dead." He commented evenly as he closed the gap between himself and the filly leaving enough "personal space" between them. In all reality it was more of a safety buffer should the fae decide to strike out at his rather apparent presence. “We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
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