What doesn't kill you isn't finished yet. Posted on December 15, 2014 at 11:04:09 PM by Twitch
Twitch fancied himself rather good at sneaking.
He lurked and crept his way behind the palomino stallion and the roan mare, quite uncertain as to why his roan mistress was wandering away from her home in the Commons. First she'd gone straight to the Lagoon after he'd bred her (and the others, as well; while Twitch never found them, he could smell them on her) and now she was being hauled here.
It didn't look like she was enjoying the trip, either. Worry lines ruined her otherwise pretty face and Twitch didn't like that. He didn't like anyone picking on his ladies!
...Though she wasn't really his.
Apparently.
He rose from the surf far enough away from the mare and stallion to hopefully blend in with the dismally colored beach. He stayed quiet, instead of rushing to her, content to see if his roan lady would get herself out of the mess (was it a mess? He did not know) by herself. Twitch always valued a woman with some sort of edge.
Like Ragnfridr, who he would return to after he was done here.
Ignorant to the fact that he was treading on someone else's turf, Twitch wandered over to a grove of fallen trees where he would get a decent view and promptly reclined against the bark, somewhat weary from his trip across-sea.
Note: Feel free to incorporate Twitch into your posts if you want! He's probably not nearly as good at sneaking as he likes to think. D: Replies: