Cryptids and tales feast upon your sins. Posted on November 23, 2025 at 05:16:30 AM by Wechuge
Flicking one ear back, the two toned stallion paused his grazing. Pale eyes narrowed upon the land before him, but his hind end quickly tensed just before something rammed into it. Grunting and being bumped forward a step, the draft stallion slowly opened his mouth and spit out the half chewed grass before letting his head raise.
Turning slowly with both ears tucking tight against his poll, Wechuge lets his blue eyes roll, the whites showing before the blue comes back into focus with pupils steady upon the one that had touched him. Pinching his nostrils together, the blood bay brute grinds his back teeth together before his lips part and his voice snaps through them. “Do. Not. Touch. Me.” Each word it enunciated, held as a statement in their own right as his pink lips turned down at the corners.
Shaking his thick neck and making his two toned mane fly, the behemoth watches the white marked palomino before a laugh bubbles from his lips. “I ain't killed a woman.” That was true, surprisingly. However, he could start off a murder spree with this thing if he really wanted to at the moment, considering his rump still tingled in a grotesque way with how he had been touched. The feeling of the man's skin on his was triggering an issue inside of Wechuge, bringing out his angrier side far easier than someone just being in his space.
“You might wanna turn back instead of anything else, mate. It would not be worth either of our time for you to do something stupid.”