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10-24-2016, 08:10 AM
Albrecht
Watching the crowd split into two camps, those who stand hesitant or else in full denial of Kisamoas words and those who snatch at the supposedly magic seaweed and dive into the depths of the ocean, the old stallion wonders if Helovians really are just that that stupid. "I think these idiots have no imagination." He scoffs in answer to the white faced stallion, stepping forward slowly. "They're always at zero or a full one hundred percent. There is no in between."
While the others had thrown whatever worries and cautions might silently plague them completely over their shoulders to dive all at once into the aquamarine waves, the black trails tentatively into the shallows, a hank of rubbery seaweed clenched between his teeth. He stands only a foot or two deep in the drink, the water washing across his knees and hocks as the very ends of the waves surge across the beach. He licks his lips, gagging slightly at the bitter, salty taste of the plant and watching his kaleidoscope reflection on the waters churning surface. If the creature is lying to them, he won't be among the bloated, disfigured bodies rising from the oceans floor this afternoon.
Holding his breath, he dips his muzzle into the water until it rises midway up his skull, mouth and nostrils completely submerged, but eyes and ears and horns - with their seemingly permanent adornment of ball python - still safely dry. His emerald eyes flicker back to the beach and the handful of naysayers shuffling there, and then he inhales.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // Alby thinks you're all stupid, and carefully tests the effects of the seaweed in the shallows. Speaks directly to @Volterra but certainly wasn't keeping his voice down or anything. :P
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