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Toulouse Posts: 146
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 8.0 | def: 11.0 | dam: 4.0
Gelding :: Equine :: 17hh :: Six HP: 74 | Buff: ENDURE
Boomslang :: Green Ratsnake :: Paralyze Neverrmind
#1
09-09-2016, 10:13 AM


Life in the west had provided the most perfect recovery for the cursed gentleman, though he was terribly afeared of being discovered. His ailment that was - the disgraceful curse that would have him thrown from the cliff of his new herd land (or worse).
The fact was that he was well practised in the art of hiding any trace of blood from his coat and clearing the stains of callous crime from his ever-clean teeth, and the gentleman was also quite the master when it came to picking his prey. Perhaps he shamelessly gorged on the blood of unsuspecting forest creatures, or perhaps he was the perpetrator of more heinous crimes.

Another fact was that Toulouse knew that no one could help him, nothing would make him better. There was no break through, he would forever live in shades of vermillion.

"Such is life" it caused him to chant at the indian paintbrush, an exasperated sigh slipping through his pale lips.

Why was he here in the Blood Falls though of all places? Surely it was not to colour his world red twice over.
No, it was because he had merely wanted to see if it really was blood. Why would a vampire wish to live anywhere else or cause any more harm when all the blood he needed could be drunk like water from a river.

Just like naked bodies looked like porcelain, the blood falls looked like the most rich kind of watercolour painting. Toulouse set his wheat-coloured hooves into the strange coloured grass and observed it, again sighing when he noticed it gave no overwhelming scent of blood. It was water stained by the shadow of overhanging trees.
Angrily the flaxen lad slammed a hoof into the ruby rush, watching the red splashes envelop his forelegs. It was not blood at all; he would have to continue maiming the creatures of the forest like a lion in order to survive. A predator he would remain.

Straightening himself up, Toulouse shook his coat and gave a short-lived snort through his nostrils. The cold air was beautifully refreshing, and the place was incredibly beautiful. He'd stay the night, hunt in the morning, and then home to the Edge.



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hes a sook lol

@Albrecht
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
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Albrecht Posts: 249
Aurora Basin Impersonator atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 2.5
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1hh :: 19 (Orangemoon) HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
Strom :: Suma Ball Python :: None Townsen
#2
10-09-2016, 11:09 AM
Albrecht

The gold and cream colored stallions mental agitation is easy to identify, but impossible to understand from a distance of unfamiliarity. He stomps his hooves in the ruby waters with clear frustration, as if the liquid has angered or disappointed him in some way. Not pretty enough? Not as refreshing as expected? Had he thought there would be something there, flitting between the ripples of the water? Or maybe someone? The elderly stallion across the pool watches quiet curiosity, his grizzled face impassive.

"Lower your expectations." He calls from the opposite bank, his long, knock kneed legs folded neatly beneath his wash rack rib cage, the amount of grime and obvious neglect making him appear as some abandoned corpse on first glance. "You'll find the world a much more satisfying place that way."

Emerald eyes scan over the stranger more closely, noting his lanky, almost delicate proportions and the exotic twist of his ears. He wonders momentarily where the stallion hails from, but then immediately dismisses the question, loathe to make inquiries of others that he would not answer himself, at least honestly. "Looking for something in particular?" He asks instead, unfurling his spidery legs to stand.

As he creaks and clicks and pops to all fours his companion mumbles unhappily in the back of his mind, the young python winding his body tighter around the stallions right horn to lessen the jostling of his bondeds jerky movements, unwilling to wake from his nap just yet, and the stallion ignores him, attention lingering on the sleek, shimmering material of the strangers scarf.

He stares, fascinated both by the blueish-green colored shawls apparent weightlessness, the way it seems to flow easily with the strangers movement, its make obviously of higher quality than the sweat and dirt stained cotton wrapped around his bearded neck, and by the rings of gold the silken material attaches to around the strangers head and rump.



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