[ Respond | Solira: The Ocean ]
Posted by ill on December 1, 2008, 10:33 pm, in reply to "Fashionably late am I"
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ill THOUGHTS; ill WORDS;
His white face turned at the first one’s approach, the first mare. Thing. Other. And then the whole meet-and-greet business. He would’ve pulled his mane out if it might’ve shown his agitation. But unfortunately, I don’t know that Ill thinks in those terms, like we do. He had barely come to terms with the black cat…thing…at the dun other’s feet when he was bombarded. Air attack. No. Ground raid. He was surrounded.
One-on-one, Ill is an approachable sort. He is well enough of a horse to still understand some social order. But the minute he starts feeling overstretched and outnumbered, I feel I should warn you that Ill gets sorta nasty. Given that this is the first time since he’s come to Solira that such a thing has happened, no one has seen it. Quite literally.
His free-for-all and carefree self was replaced instantly by one that was twisting its nerves into coils of tension. His right eye twitched a few more times, but after each unwarranted movement, it returned to focus on the same point. On the mare’s face. The black of both eyes glittered dangerously, the ebb of his insanity threatening to overthrow whatever normal control was in place.
Before even he had come to terms with the first other joining them, on came the second. Ill’s ears swept back, and something akin to a hiss escaped his burnt pink lips. The darker creature moved closer, but not too close as to encroach upon their conversation. With Clock close to one side and Micah close on the other, Ill was hard pressed to keep an eye on all of them. I mean, seriously, let’s face it, he’s a bit at a disadvantage to begin with.
The stocky white stallion hissed a second time.
ill DEEDS;
4 years
something
white
QUEENofHEARTS
xkhx morphine
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