Demons & Damsels

He was doing his best not to shake from head to hoof after the meeting. He still couldn't believe it had happened. Couldn't believe the amount of horses that had shown up. They were growing. His family was growing! Holy crap he was supposed to be taking care of them all. It was enough to bring the massive creature to his knees. But he wouldn't. He couldn't, or else the others would fall with him.

He slowly walked, his breath steaming in the air. The walking helped his mind, his spirit. Exercise always helped him when he was troubled. It was during this stroll that he found his gaze caught by a colorful form. He turned to see one of the new members of his family. Misael. He was behind the stallion and so it afforded him a glorious view of the blood that stained the man's backside. Worry caused his brow to knit and he adjusted his course. Hooves and dragon's feet carried him with a startling silence. "Misael." He greeted before he was too close. He dipped his head, his warm gaze tinged with concern. "May I help?" He asked, gesturing towards the wound. It would not do to let the wound get infected. He stand by and see anyone hurt. Especially when he knew that he could help.

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Roscorro

I believe this world ain't half as bad as it looks.
I believe most poeple are good.

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