06-28-2017, 11:16 PM
Thiago stood there, eating. As Thiago does. You see. That first foray into the meadow when he had decided to no longer eat tree bark was a pivotal moment in the black stallion's life. He had decided that a good diet and plenty of rest was what it meant to live a happy, healthy life. Hoppy life if anyone had anything to say about it. Thiago surely didnt. The Reckoning had taken everything from him.
And he loved it.
He was a normal man who lived in the forest and ate treebark and lived in a lean-to like a hippy. He may not act normal--a quirk he was willing to admit to himself, even if he hated it--but he looked normal, and that was all that mattered. The day that those fangs once again sprouted from his mouth would be one where he'd mourn. There would be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth.
No, there really would. Thiago has been without fangs for so long he's not sure if he could handle having them back again. have you SEEN how sensitive his mouth can get? Talk about a freaking root canal. Anyway, so, he has decided to come out of his shell and be social! By way that means, having a somewhat normal diet that doesnt mean he chooses to eat based solely on his ability to meet new creatures. He has recently met a young girl with a really strange third eye. A beautiful creature who wasn't afraid to be strange... Giohde.
Le sigh.
Thiago just wanted to reach out and poke that third eye with an outstretched tongue, but he's pretty sure that'd be considered a bad touch, and so though he's thought about it on more than one occasion, he has managed to keep his tongue to himself. So romantic, don't you think?
It was not yet afternoon, and he had emerged from his lean-to looking as burly as ever--really, burrs were everywhere, knotted and mangled in his hair. Not a pleasant sight. So he's here eating, right? And there's this really pretty bay colored lady... standing there bristling. She looks angry. Really angry.
Thiago lifts his head and looks around. Raises an eyebrow with a grassblade in his mouth. She wasn't mad at him was she? What did he do? He looked back and forth, swallowed his food and backed away slowly.
Redheads are mean when they get angry.
And he loved it.
He was a normal man who lived in the forest and ate treebark and lived in a lean-to like a hippy. He may not act normal--a quirk he was willing to admit to himself, even if he hated it--but he looked normal, and that was all that mattered. The day that those fangs once again sprouted from his mouth would be one where he'd mourn. There would be weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth.
No, there really would. Thiago has been without fangs for so long he's not sure if he could handle having them back again. have you SEEN how sensitive his mouth can get? Talk about a freaking root canal. Anyway, so, he has decided to come out of his shell and be social! By way that means, having a somewhat normal diet that doesnt mean he chooses to eat based solely on his ability to meet new creatures. He has recently met a young girl with a really strange third eye. A beautiful creature who wasn't afraid to be strange... Giohde.
Le sigh.
Thiago just wanted to reach out and poke that third eye with an outstretched tongue, but he's pretty sure that'd be considered a bad touch, and so though he's thought about it on more than one occasion, he has managed to keep his tongue to himself. So romantic, don't you think?
It was not yet afternoon, and he had emerged from his lean-to looking as burly as ever--really, burrs were everywhere, knotted and mangled in his hair. Not a pleasant sight. So he's here eating, right? And there's this really pretty bay colored lady... standing there bristling. She looks angry. Really angry.
Thiago lifts his head and looks around. Raises an eyebrow with a grassblade in his mouth. She wasn't mad at him was she? What did he do? He looked back and forth, swallowed his food and backed away slowly.
Redheads are mean when they get angry.