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I am the monster that haunts your dreams, I'm everything you fear to see
A voice rang out after his call, feminine for sure. His lips perked, his call had been rewarded. Her voice was pleasant, although it was laced with touches of nervousness. That no longer bothered Misael, a creature as colorful as him as well as large, was strange in a world of well, lack of better words--plain horses. There was a certain beauty in their lack of color though, it took away all the 'prettiest horses will get the most attention' aspects of the other islands he had visited. It made the world less about looks and more about what lies within, and that made him appreciate Helovia on higher levels then his normal gratitude went. His reply to her was a low rumbling chuckle, humor dragging his lips into a smile. "And why would that be? Scared of a little adventure?" His golden eyes glistened as their fiery and icy orbs clashed.
Golden orbs flickered down as the canopy lighting touched upon the fae's frame. She was a beautiful one, creams, ivorys, and browns mixed together stunningly. Her horn was elegantly twisted, and delicately placed on her cranium. He did not hide his eyes as they crawled all over her frame, an approved look flashing over his features. She was beautiful without all the colors and strange markings that a lot of women he had met had, she was simple, simply spectacular.
The mare's voice sang out once again, another laugh erupting from his chest. His knees stretched in a elegant float as he begun to circle the mare. His fiery eyes looked deep within the kind glowing moon eyes of the paint princess, he didn't think she could handle his dark humor and sinister ways. He tossed his mane as he circled her, the large mass of ribbons pooling and dragging behind as he walked. "That will do." He was everything but a safe haven, he was a dangerous gamble and a mysterious ride into a misty night. "Tell me dear, what is your name?" Misael asked with a cock of his brow, his circling halting when he faced her. This venture into the dark forest would be worth it after all.
"Talk?"
OCC: Me needs writing lessons.
TAG: @[Anzanie]
