I don't even know what day of the week it is
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Post by Welder on Mar 30, 2024 21:15:34 GMT -7
The air was stale with overgrowth fighting fresh spring attempts at life, strangled by neglect yet still attempting to create something new. The smell of decay and death lingered like an aftertaste, one that did not deter the grullo from making his entrance, slinking his way through the shadows. The night was still young and though he could make out some shadows, Titan relied heavily on his nose as he sought to avoid anything in his way. With the orchestra of night creatures beginning to make their noises, the stallion grinned as he continued to explore this new place.
Titan had not been in Wild Equines long. He enjoyed the different places to explore, though he found the open lands to be annoying and full of herds and groups of the happy persuasion. While he was a loud and boisterous bastard by nature, Titan did find the reprieve of new places and exploring alone quite invigorating. He had yet to find a place he could partially call his own, given that everywhere else had been laid claim to. He was not entirely sure how he felt about some of the darker areas because he had not ventured that far, however the Dark side of the coin always intrigued him so he knew at some point he would make his way over yonder. For the time being however, he was trying to make some noise the only way he knew how. Yet for now, he was content hiding and exploring a dark part of the world that helped him keep his weakness at bay.
A root cracked under his hoof and caused a stop in his trek. He had worked desperately to keep quiet, to exercise his ability to be stealthy, but he laughed and shook his head. For fuck's sake he breathed as he waited for the noise of the creatures around him to resume after he so rudely interrupted them. He turned his crown to inspect what little he could make out in the shadows, looking for anything that might be familiar or new to inspect. It seemed to him that there would be always something new here to catch his interest.
ooc;; Open to all :3 trying to get him going <3
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 9, 2024 13:00:15 GMT -7
| if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you |
She was not afraid of the night. Of the dark. She was not afraid of anything. There was nothing in this world that could frighten her, not after all that she had been through. Contagion had tainted her, yes, but he had not broken her. She would heal from his captivity, was already healing, and now she was prowling the Free Lands looking for something to do. Her pink eyes scanned the territory through the shadows, peering around a mausoleum and halting slowly, so as not to rustle the leaves of the overgrown shrubbery nearby. She let out a slow, quiet breath and waited, watching as another equine explored the graveyard. What was his story, she wondered, and what had brought him here, of all places? He was not very large, and he seemed to be walking like someone who had trouble with their vision who was in unfamiliar terrain. Curious about the stranger, Hoax waited, wondering if he may be able to sense or to see her as she hid behind the decaying wall of the man-made structure. It did not take long for the stranger to start making a ruckus of sorts. He stepped upon something on the ground and it cracked beneath his hooves. A twig, perhaps. Or maybe a larger stick. Hoax remained still and silent, ever patient and watchful. For fuck's sake Her ears twitched, just barely able to hear the words that seemed breathed out like a whisper. He seemed... amused? Who was this guy? It was as the early spring bugs and nightlife began to chitter and chirp once more that the tawny faced mare began to move again, directed her steps carefully around fallen headstones as she approached the strange, pony-size stallion. "What brings you here, to this land of death and shadows?" she questioned him, using the question as an abrupt introduction, a sly little grin upon her lips as she eyed him curiously. Hoax | 323 notes | hope you don't mind her popping in here! first post with her <3 timeline | 7 years, early spring, nighttime
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I don't even know what day of the week it is
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Post by Welder on Apr 10, 2024 18:03:41 GMT -7
While the moment was brief, it seemed that all of his activity attracted someone to the party. A female, judging by her hoof falls taller than he was, seemed to have found her way into this interesting abode that Titan was exploring. He turned his head toward the direction of her walk, exposing the crescent moon and bats on his face, a devilish look in his eyes and a smile to match. Death and shadows are what intrigue me, he answered slyly, turning his crown back to the direction that he was working his way toward. I find macabre places to be quite...invigorating. He moved a few paces away, seeking to find a place to turn and better face her. The shadows around here were deceiving but as he turned his short stature, there was a hint of an equine figure before him and he was able to more or less track where she was. Raising his crown, Titan kept the devilish look fresh. My name is Titan he offered boldly, though not for any other purpose but to be somewhat friendly. What brings you here? He moved his head to see if what little night light there was could improve his perception of her. Unfortunately, there was not much change and he was not entirely certain she would come too close to him. For all he knew, she was here to steal his soul. What a day this would be. He did however, make out more of the gravestones surrounding them and saw a shadow of a stone building, but for whatever purpose it held, eluded him. Besides, there was something much more interesting before him. ooc;; fleabittengray - I don't mind a bit! <3
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