I'LL TELL YOU MY SINS AND YOU CAN SHARPEN YOUR KNIFE
Out of the shadows stepped a man of the lagoon, the stench of the water stuck to his coat like burrs. His bright and golden coat did not match the dark expression that marred what could have been a beautiful face. If not for the scowl his almost elf-like beauty would have been otherworldly. "Mare, mare, mare." He laughs, hollow, shaking his golden mane. "I bet she has a name," he slinks closer. The former shore king can smell his own home on the stallion, perhaps it is what drew him closer.
"You really must like the sound of your own voice," his voice is a deep rumble, venom hidden behind every drawled syllable. He carries himself on pale legs, circling the pair not unlike a predator. One look at Switch and it's clear she can handle herself, he has no doubt. But to mess with someone who came from a home that he regrettably lost? Now that was priceless.
"Run on home, beach bum. I think the lady's not interested." He drew himself closer, drawing his muzzle back toward his neck and looked down. Their height was not as different as Atticus was accustomed to, but he was still taller and he'd do what he could to make such apparent. "You really think highly of yourself, but do you ever shut up?" |
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