08-06-2017, 04:19 AM
A small vein of pity threaded its way into his veins as he watched the woman’s facial expressions. There was something off about the young woman. Perhaps it was the tilt of her head as her pale eyes traveled to his chest, watching the neon blue ooze begin its slow descent into crystallized ice. Or maybe it was how her lips pursed, and then slid loose with mild surprise and then curiosity. Neither of which pointed to a mother worried about the livelihood of her offspring. In the Rift, that should have been her first priority. As a stranger, even more so.
The blonde in his tail caught the small spores of light that forced their way through the canopy. It was rare for sunlight to find its way home, especially during Drench. Gargamel exhaled gently before he turned blank, blue eyes on the stallion at his side. It was not so much his nearness that bothered Gargamel so, but rather the acidic mix of sweat, moisture, and testosterone that he exuded en masse. “You should find children, soon. Rift unkind, angry. It will kill them, promise.“ He stated finally, as he twisted back around to peer down at the white Pegasus.
x x GARGAMEL
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