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08-30-2012, 06:26 PM
"Why have you come troll?"
A voice laced with ice asks the girl from the shade of a boulder. Lounging at it's side, just out of sight if you don't stare at the proper angle, the blue gelding lay. His body was sunk in the sand, forehooves curled beneath him and wings raised faintly at his sides. Behind him, a cow's tail flicked its feathered tip. The tapping was the only sign of his irritation; it mimicked the impatient twitch of a cat. Otherwise the creature seemed at peace, for his ears were relaxed and his eyes droopy with slumber. Well, not quite slumber. He'd had a rather large lack of that lately. The rings casting dark shadows on his face were from sleepless nights and torturous days. The haunted look in his gaze was not the fog of sleep, but the opaque fuzz of one caught in-between the waking world and the dreaming. Here - now - his dreams, his memories, his fears roamed around him. The sand was ash, this boulder a tree, and Ophelia a nasty troll. Her horn rose like a sharp blade in its cruel, twisted hand. Her color, the pale cloak of death they often came in, banished as they were to the outer regions where little sunlight peaked. Snot would cover her nose and forth her mouth. Pus would stream from the corners of her eyes while blood would cake the various tattoos and stitching attained from daily troll affairs. Jaydan's nose curled up in disgust. "Nobody wants you here Troll. Nobody." Slowly the gelding slid up from his casual pose. He behaved no different from a typical horse, even taking the time to shake the sand from his coat as it willed to cling to him still. It tousled his mane and for a flash he was handsome again, whole again. The moment was soon lost - blue eyes flicked up at the girl. The moment they touched hers, he changed. "Die." he muttered under his breath. Sand flew and feathers whirled as Jaydan surged forward with a warring bellow. His nose tucked tightly to his chest, the fine point of his horn set at the triangle of the child's chest, heart and throat. He charged with all killing intent, head thrusting up in an attempt to eviscerate her front end and leave her choking on red. Should that fail, perhaps he'd just catch her in a head butt.  |
