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07-21-2016, 08:36 PM
"AGHHHFLAGGLH!"
And with that said, the stallion's lovely face found itself smashed against a marble pillar that stood imposingly before him, helped to support the gilded roof with its equally towering brethren. The usually-graceful wanderer had accidentally caught his hoof on a chunk of stone and the forward motion had tossed him into the arms of injury. Groaning as shock wore off and ushered in pain, the horned gent peeled himself off of the pillar slowly and turned to glare at the offending chunk. For some reason, a feeling of betrayal welled in Skyfall's chest and his opal eyes squinted balefully toward the surrounding structure, a thin trickle of blood beginning to drip from his left nostril.
Huffing at the inconvenience, the rogue turned his attention back toward the matter at hand and continued to inspect the intricate craftsmanship of the rotunda, grumbling and sighing all the while as his pain dulled. Though while the blow to his face was slowly fading from the forefront of his mind, the strike to the lithe gent's pride remained as fresh as ever. Sunlight streamed in overhead, shining through the colored glass of the ceiling and creating a kaleidoscope of hues that spun and shifted as the crowned male pranced about, oohing and ahhing at the pieces of architecture that stood out to his artist's eye. Light hoof falls were the only sound that echoed through the circular structure, complemented by echoes of birdsong and the laughing of a nearby brook. Skyfall heard as the blood seeping from his nose began to drip down and stain the pale stone floor a ruddy scarlet, causing a caustic chuckle to erupt from his lips.
"Aesthetic."
And with that said, the stallion's lovely face found itself smashed against a marble pillar that stood imposingly before him, helped to support the gilded roof with its equally towering brethren. The usually-graceful wanderer had accidentally caught his hoof on a chunk of stone and the forward motion had tossed him into the arms of injury. Groaning as shock wore off and ushered in pain, the horned gent peeled himself off of the pillar slowly and turned to glare at the offending chunk. For some reason, a feeling of betrayal welled in Skyfall's chest and his opal eyes squinted balefully toward the surrounding structure, a thin trickle of blood beginning to drip from his left nostril.
Huffing at the inconvenience, the rogue turned his attention back toward the matter at hand and continued to inspect the intricate craftsmanship of the rotunda, grumbling and sighing all the while as his pain dulled. Though while the blow to his face was slowly fading from the forefront of his mind, the strike to the lithe gent's pride remained as fresh as ever. Sunlight streamed in overhead, shining through the colored glass of the ceiling and creating a kaleidoscope of hues that spun and shifted as the crowned male pranced about, oohing and ahhing at the pieces of architecture that stood out to his artist's eye. Light hoof falls were the only sound that echoed through the circular structure, complemented by echoes of birdsong and the laughing of a nearby brook. Skyfall heard as the blood seeping from his nose began to drip down and stain the pale stone floor a ruddy scarlet, causing a caustic chuckle to erupt from his lips.
"Aesthetic."
PLEASE COME HARASS HIM
