The bay appaloosa colt pays no mind to lesser creatures, except dead ones should he come across them. And he comes across them more often than not, in this forest. The smell of other horses is thick here, and most of times mingled with blood, and deep down he knows it must be them that kills the critters, and further, deeper down, he wants to be part of the excitement.
And finally the smell of fresh blood reaches his nostrils, of horse blood. He turns right before or after the other colt speaks (so similarly shortly after recognizing the scent, he is not sure who was first). Almost glowing in the darkness with his shining yellow coat, immediately Raj feels like he does not belong in the night, but in the day. Gold is not a colour of the night, after all. So he snorts. ”You don’t fit in.” he accuses, but then lets the words register that were spoken, and he nods to the question posed. ”I will play with you.” he agrees. Teeth blink white in the night when he smiles. ”What’s your favourite game?” he wants to know. He’s young and, honestly his own mother would never harm him, and he is fascinated by the other colt’s bleeding eye.
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[Kreep]