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Cryptids and tales feast upon your sins. Posted on November 18, 2025 at 10:28:21 PM by Wechuge
“This is useless.” Came a deep voice from the darkness of the trees as a large frame stands there. Eyes of a pale blue hold a hardened touch as they stare out into the open land of the Commons. “No one is gonna want me.” He hissed, his voice low and just barely able to be heard as he speaks to himself.
Darkness coated the insides of this stallion like a sickness. His mind was torn in many different ways, but he held himself just right enough to be seen as “normal” to the untrained eye. His bulky frame was wound tight with barely controlled aggression, something that seemed to be lining a few of the faces he could see in this open expanse of land. Wechuge was not entirely happy with where he found himself, but soon enough the tovero marked blood bay moved out of his dark hiding spot and walked.
Moving out into the open expanse right dead center of the commons, the stallion lowered his head with ears pinned. He knew what he wanted, but did not know where to go find it. Instead, the dark tinted creature gave himself to the one place that sounded “scary” from what he had heard upon the wind. Flicking one ear this was and that though, Wechuge stood there and ate, waiting to see what would come from the land around him to gobble him up and make him their prize.