| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 8 |
| M.E. |
Summer had come; a certain, seasonal balmy wind had settled into the mountain basin, protected, as it was, by the bitter, ever-present chill of the northern freeze. The snow had melted into the steaming pool; snow was never far out of reach in these lofty reaches, and yet, snowdrifts in their home had become scarce indeed in the season. Which is why Sin was particularly excited when he chanced to see a living, breathing abominable snowhorse traveling in their midst.
It was a jest, really. For in all actuality, this creature was made from horseflesh like the rest of them—and she wasn’t much of a horse either, more like a tiny little foaling wandering about, lost from their mother’s hip. Which only excited the Disciple even more, for somewhere within the twisting, treacherous depths of his blackened, heartless, soulless pit, there bloomed a love for these smaller creatures with ever growing fondness. He looked upon that snowy little filly with a nanny’s affection, his heart swelling as he watched her hop after a most unfortunate lapine creature.
“Little miss!” he trilled after her, his softer sort of gentlemanly tone spilling from his maw, his eyes hard, hard, hard, and manic as they beheld the spindle-legged, glass-blown creature. He approached her slowly, his smile warm, oh so welcoming. “Oh, hello, dear princess! I hope you haven’t lost your way?” It was only after he had gotten closer to the child when he noticed something about her that was quite curious, quite curious indeed.
Oh, dear…
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