the Rift


[OPEN] won't do you no good

Nero Posts: 14
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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.3HH :: 8
Daisy
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Just when he thought he'd kind of worked out where he was, Nero had managed to immerse himself in one hell of a nasty forest. He thought the Threshold had been bad- but this place reeked of all things bad. It had him on edge, his hackles up and dim yellow eyes wide. With his ears pinned to his skull and his optics so wide, many would mistake him for one of the bad guys. He wasn't quite. Even so he was quite a picture, with his long, matted mane and coat marked with dirt and the odd spot of blood from little injuries on his journey. He hugged the trees, knowing too well that despite the fact they loomed ominously, the danger was in whatever had made the gashes in the bark.

He was scared. He could admit that to himself- even though he rarely liked to admit he was anything other then angry or grumpy. Sadness was an emotion that didn't even exist anymore, nor did self pity. Even while he was shaking, there was a low undercurrent of resentment. Why the fuck had he gotten himself into yet another situation that he couldn't deal with? He didn't even have the intelligence to counteract his rather unattractive physique. The clunky draft horse swallowed a mouthful of bile as he made his way further into the forest. It was a bleak, dark winters day, and it felt like night in the cloak of the dense trees. If his eyes were gold they would have glowed in the low light, but his dull mustard optics just faded into the shadow.

The large stag could not shake the feeling that he wasn't alone, and it made his heart thud loudly in his chest and his stomach churn. He had no idea about these lands, and had foolishly decided to stay here for the winter. The idea had been he'd just lay low and eat plenty, before moving on when the season turned to his favorite. That wouldn't happen if he got himself killed, or managed to kill himself by getting lost in this despicable place. Any source of food was incredibly scarce, and when he had bouts of hunger in between the roiling fear, he wondered if the bark would taste any good.

Despite the chill in the air, his filthy coat had damp spots from sweat as his fear warmed his body. A sound behind him caused him to shoot forwards with a snort, whites showing in his pools, before wheeling to face the noise, nostrils flared. There was nothing elegant about the movement, but drawing himself up to his full height, the large stallion hoped to look intimidating even while his knees threatened to knock.
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