The Portal
Bates had been around for a very very long time.
The man had lived lifetimes, he watched as families were made and then destroyed, he was there long before the gods were killed. When they were killed. Though he had never seen anything like this, they came in dozens, all terrified and worried. They reeked of terror. Bates couldn't deny that he was part of that terror though, he would hide in the foliage until there was a lone god-killer and he would emerge. They would immediately be terrified of the man's four eyes (why were they always scared of his four eyes?) and then he would give a wicked smile exposing all his sharp teeth, his mouth being stretched longer than others.
This infestation proved to be amusing in someways.
Today was no different. Bates had planned on scaring some drab coats and perhaps taking a nap in the dark forest, this was often where he came to nap before the god-killers came to town, how difficult they made things. Large hooves took great care in their steps making the man's movements silent and rather graceful in the distorted forest. Long tendrils of white hair trailled across the ground behind Bates as he entered a clearing and came face to face with two other horses. Riftians. Grunting, Bates lifted a front leg and pushed up his wireframe glasses.
"They've infected our lands" Bates growled, looking the mare up and down, his snake-like tongue escaping his lips "you're small." The tone in which Bates said this made it seem like a bad thing, his tone rather diappointed. Bates yawned, his mouth stretching wide like a aligators a screech erupting from his vocal cords.
"These god-killers have made our home their own, using up all the land" he sneered.
@Théodwyn
@Meuric
