Zenith snorted into the grass and shot a rather critical look Fallo’s way. No shit, he thought, annoyed that getting any information out of the other stallion wasn’t going to be as easy as he hoped. Flicking his sliver tail between his spindly legs a few times, he lifted his head and stared directly at him.

“I certainly don’t plan on standing around and have you watch me eat all day.”

Satiated for the moment, the slender Akhal-Teke took a few slow and deliberate steps toward Fallo, his head tilted slightly off center, his blue eyes fixating on him more closely.

“Instead, why don’t you tell me what you need and I’ll tell you if that sounds like something I’m interested in lending my rather extensive skillset towards.”

Fallo had no way of knowing Zenith’s past—and it seemed as though too many years had gone by for him to even be recognizable to any of the Lagoon’s descendants. He did not take kindly to being forgotten, and so he wished to rectify such misfortune the only way he knew how. As long as Zenith still lived and breathed he would make sure that everyone knew his name. The only worthy son of Slenderman was compelled to prove that even when the day came that his body turned to dust, he would be remembered in any way he could.

ZENITH
SLENDERMAN X BLACK HEART MACHINE