The gilded gelding stood silently, calculating his words and remarks as the leaders spoke their parts. Their approach to stealth was entirely different to the kind enforced upon himself and the sleuths of the edge, in fact, it was the opposite more or less. In a way this excited him, causing his lips to twitch into a smile. The other two stags who shared the company of the tent were a slightly unlikely pair, with the chestnut unicorn being the only one he might consider being of any use. The other looked like he could simply collapse and gasp his last breath at any moment; was he really in the right place? or was he simply a geriatric who had lost his way? |
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