Untouched

The pool had lured Misael deep beneath it's warming ripples, carrying his mind away from this realm and into a state somewhere between coherency and sleep. He allowed himself to stay there, his thick, insane lengths of hair floating about his striped frame and tickling his flesh as the salty winds drifted across the water tops. It was peaceful here, the roars and whistles of life were only a low hum in his lobes, leaving him completely repelled from the noise. ALL of it, even the noise he created in his own perilous mind. The heat from the earth seeped deep into his sore muscles, the beast had been traveling for days before he decided to portal over to the rift. This place offered him the much needed rehabilitation, his body felt so content and relaxed that the Chromed was tempted to never leave the warmth of these waters(even if it did have a displeasing stink). Misael remembered the first day the riftan gods tore through Helovia and spilled out their toxicities and sicknesses with their mammalian gods. It was the beginning of an end that day. He could never forget his life there or his child that too was stolen from him by the treacherous rift. He will have his vengeance. Hello. The word whipped his eyes open at the speed of light, instantly snapping him out of his vulnerable state of hypnosis. His guard rose briskly, corded muscles coiling as if he was going to be attacked the moment he sought out who interrupted his bath. It wasn't his fault he was so quickly spooked, the rift had already taken away his magic, Lazarus and plenty more, so the horned stallion found it rather wise to be wary of anyone -- and anything-- that approached. Although he could take it down a few notches. After all, he towered over half his enemies. Misael did not want to paint himself as a coward! How pathetic! He would have to work out this silliness to bring himself back to his former glories and soon, his youth was already melting away. Turning his absurdly heavy head his nares brought in the newly tainted the air. The sulfur was rather hard to get past but he found something beneath the smug, something that smelt well...strange. There were furs no doubt, but the absence of wood or pine, sweat or perfumes, stunted Misael, confusing him. Azure ears perked forward as his golden gaze fell upon the lithe stallion by the water's edge. He looked rather equine, but was he? Misael's nostrils flared wide, trying again to decipher what this man smelt like. His head tilted slightly when it finally came to him. Metallic and something else not of flesh. How strange. Strange didn't really much bother Misael anymore, years of life had offered him countless amounts of strange. Plus, Misael was a giant rainbow motherfucking zebra with horns and more hair then half the women he knew. "You. You smell weird." He wasn't much for manners either. He did not move from the comfort of the pool, not yet inclined to be defensive. "I'm Misael from the Kingdom of Halvyen. Here for a bath?" He asked, interested in knowing a bit more about the bay painted man with the colored dot above his brow. OCC: I am the queen of rambling so I never even blink an eye <3 plus I'm super rusty and have to work out some kinks. YYYay connor I'm excited for them to know each other! Misael