The Getaway Car

Abigor Don't try to figure me out. I'm a special kind of twisted..! Last time the colt had been here he had met his dear old dad for the first time. He rolled his yellow and red eyes as thought of the brindle man. Sure they looked alike, and they both had tempers, but his sire was old and weak. He grinned to himself as he walked quietly towards the portal. It sure had been interesting to come here, and he was back hoping to find the same thing. He knew exactly what he was, or should he say, wasn't going to do here. His twisted smirk grew as he made his way forward. He enjoyed this dark and creepy place; it matched his soul perfectly. Abigor slowed his pace and slipped into the bushes as he neared the entrance. He felt like a predator in the darkness as he watched a form take shape ahead of him. He stood silently watching the other. He sampled the air gathering more information. The stallion was large ebony with orange accents. As he watched the stallion had his attention fixed on the portal. He wondered briefly if the man was waiting for someone to come through. Ultimately he decided he didn't give a fuck. With a cocky grin plastered on his maw the colt stepped from the bushes and eyed the man for another moment. "Waiting something?" He wondered how the other would take his appearance. Black scales covered his shoulders and hips with large black spikes protruding from his entire spine. They were a gift from the Rift when he had first arrived here. His own natural horns stood tall above his grey face. His lips still turned up in a cocky shithead grin. ------------------ Talk Words/OOC;; 280 @Ricochet

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