| BONE | i'm meaner than my demons
i'm bigger than these bones |
The savanna was empty, especially empty since it's newly-crowned king had set out for the commons. He wouldn't be much of a king if he didn't have any subjects, he supposed. And while Bone was young and certainly knew to the whole affair he wasn't stupid. (Or at least, he assumed he was new. Amnesia was funny like that.) There was an instinctual desire to find mares, but Bone accredited that simply to nature. But he was a king now and a king he would be.
The dusting of snow in the commons was a far cry from his home, and it was welcome, he had to admit. It was not heavy enough to crunch beneath his feet but it did make the ground slick and the dusting along his back was great for sore muscles. It does not take him long to find Ingrid. She was pale like him but was framed with shadows along her back.
Bone attempted to wander over as non-threatening as he could, which was surprisingly difficult for him despite his age and height. The myriad of scars along his coat and the knots in his cream hair gave a darker edge his appearance. He snorted, an attempt at drawing her attention without actually drawing her attention.
He was bad at this.
He was so bad at this.
Clearing his throat, Bone finally dropped his own head to graze a few meters away. His gaze, icy but curious, watches her from his spot as he slowly inches forward until he is much closer than before. "It's gotten cold." And you've gotten stupid, he tells himself. |
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