Green Labyrinth
08-03-2017, 09:04 PM
tamlin
Somehow, through the mists of his mind and the actual mist around him Tamlin took note of something. His ears twitched at the sound of an animal, not far from him, screaming out in pain - a dog maybe? He thinks of Monster, the black stallion who had trailed after Snö wherever she went and at his death had turned into a dog. Whatever happened to him? Good riddance, whatever befell him.
Tamlin raises his head and looks past his own ghosts, real and imaginative, and sees a big colt and his African wild dog companion. The fear is plainly written on this poor soul’s face and it unexpectedly tugs at Tamlin’s cracked stone heart. It seemed he still had some fucks left in him after all.
Still high as a kite and unsteady the black unicorn rises from his haunches. Without hesitation and without thought really, Tamlin pushes through the wall of personal ghosts. He takes no heed of the scratches and bites. Can they really hurt him, for real? He is too high to notice if blood is drawn as he pushes on towards the boy and his dog. A hazy thought echoes in his mind… A young foalcolt should not be alone.
Tamlin almost floated up to the colt and his dog, stance wide and head bowed over them. Something flashed in his eyes as he looked at the youngsters - a memory maybe? A promise? He had made himself a living shield, although a poor one being a rather short stallion, and he had decided to take the punches thrown towards these two. What could he do other than that? Grow the ghosts some flower out of his own blood?
Here yoy go, ghostie, have this pretty flower and be a good evil spirit now.
Tamlin raises his head and looks past his own ghosts, real and imaginative, and sees a big colt and his African wild dog companion. The fear is plainly written on this poor soul’s face and it unexpectedly tugs at Tamlin’s cracked stone heart. It seemed he still had some fucks left in him after all.
Still high as a kite and unsteady the black unicorn rises from his haunches. Without hesitation and without thought really, Tamlin pushes through the wall of personal ghosts. He takes no heed of the scratches and bites. Can they really hurt him, for real? He is too high to notice if blood is drawn as he pushes on towards the boy and his dog. A hazy thought echoes in his mind… A young foal
Tamlin almost floated up to the colt and his dog, stance wide and head bowed over them. Something flashed in his eyes as he looked at the youngsters - a memory maybe? A promise? He had made himself a living shield, although a poor one being a rather short stallion, and he had decided to take the punches thrown towards these two. What could he do other than that? Grow the ghosts some flower out of his own blood?
Here yoy go, ghostie, have this pretty flower and be a good evil spirit now.
love is a polaroid
Tamlin stands over @Mbwana and Askari, shielding them from the ghosts :3
he reaps in blood
- Every kind of violence may be used against Tamlin at all times -
