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The greyness of winters tide had plucked the colour from the new lands he set his hooves across, dotting the fost-pinched landscape with hoofprints as he went. The Dragons Throat was his destination, because as a sleuth it was only natural to want to personally oversee an investigation into what sounded as pure chaos thriving within the realm.
Perhaps he merely wanted to witness it, maybe he wanted to feed it, or perhaps he would help blow out the billowing fire that filled the south. The little grey boy, that ray of sunshine had spoken of a herd with no leader, or the one that was had hardly been sighted in the southern kingdom since her coronation. It was a herd which had no council, just a populace. A sitting duck for a coup d'etat no doubt. The parseltongue simply had no choice but to slither down to the southern land of heat and sun. There he would bathe, bask, and perfectly immerse his blood soaked skin in the ultraviolence. Upon reaching the shoreline, the island of the throat in the distance Toulouse could only give a volumous sigh, one heartily accompanied by a grissly groan at the thought of swimming the whle way. But the gods above had not granted him wings, they had wished him to crawl for eternity rather then effortlessly glide it seemed, and so with a grumble he slid into the refreshing water and began to paddle (by now, the grumbles had ceased). Oh but the feign had begun before he had even left the beach. His head struggling to keep above water, hooves a mess among the waves and spindly legs nothing but ribbon to the current. "Help!" Toulouse managed to gargle, his words coming out as a hoarse screech. Any onlooker would be forced into action by the pure fibre of any moral they had - he was drowning. Or "drowning". |
I AM THE KEY TO THE LOCK IN YOUR HOUSE—
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
DO NOT CRY OUT OR HIT THE ALARM
YOU KNOW WE'RE FRIEND TIL WE DIE—
EITHER WAY YOU TURN, I'LL BE THERE
OPEN UP YOUR SKULL, I'LL BE THERE
CLIMBING UP THE WALLS
SO LOCK THE KIDS UP SAFE TONIGHT
CLOSE THE EYES IN THE CUPBOARD
