oh, i fall apart.

[Skeleton Ghoul]

if i stare into the abyss, will it stare into me?

He wouldn't have thought it possible, but the air in Taiga suddenly feels heavier than normal.

Thick. Almost suffocating. Dark ears prick from their usual neutral position, standing up as Skeleton Ghoul's heavy skull lifts inches at a time. He listens, stock still, to the weighted blanket of typical silence that envelopes the misty redwoods. Scarred nostrils widen, taking in the scents of the land he has called home for the past six months, and with the vaguest breath of chilled air, he smells something off. 

Something is wrong. The titan lowers his head and pursues that foreign stink.

He is not the first to arrive. Skeleton Ghoul doesn't know any of these horses, but two in particular, which everyone seems to be focused on, stick out to him. They don't smell like Taiga. They stink of salty air and foamy waves, and of trouble. The draft stallion snakes his head down and locks his ears back against the tangled mess of white mane at his poll, halting march behind the black star-patterned stranger with horns. He is out of kicking range, for now, but the eighteen hand behemoth bares his teeth and fixes his empty stare on the foreign pair, daring them to make a move. It's been too long since he's had a good scrap.

SKELETON GHOUL

ooc; skel is here to block or fight if necessary

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edit: OOPS he's not eligible to block so he's here for decoration and to STARE DISAPPROVINGLY AT YOU ALL