Oh, the mania is back. The manic one is back. Acid eats the ground beneath his feet with quick hooves and a brilliant glimmer in his mismatched eyes. This is fun, he's going to have fun. A hunter. Of course he's a hunter. A head hunter. Starving for something new, something exciting, he flies across the Common with an electricity that seems to light up his entire world. Their entire world. It's delicious, delightful. Autumn chill had nothing on him. No, just the mania to keep him warm. It's all he needs, okay?
The grumble from the treeline catches Acid's attention. Ears swiveling quickly, before settling on the direction. A long shadow cast by a dense figure-- oh he looked like he could do work work. Excellent. Licking his lips, Acid closed on it. Moving through the treeline, he watches as the stallion pins his ears. "Why you gotta be like that? The suckface and all?" Quirking his head to the side, near-comically, Acid races toward him. A fly-by at first, a little cackle hanging in his throat. Circling wide, he skids to a stop before the large brown creature.
"Especially when I've got an offer you can't refuse-- you wanna be a legend?" The story teller's glimmer that takes root in his eyes is clear, perhaps too clear. Shorter than the man before him, but finely muscled and shining in the sun, Acid is showing off. "I know where they make guys like you into legends." Tone braggadocios, Acid watches the stranger hungrily, awaiting his reply.
2 years. mutt. dunalino overo. 15.0
psychedelic x bane
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