Welcome to Horse Town, here's a horse || Molech

[Molech]

Molech

The flurry of moths that cling to her haphazardly in the wake of her movement draw his lavender eyes away from her for a moment. When his eyes fall away from her she uses that as an opportunity to leap into the space he had purposely made, snorting sharply with surprise at her uprupt closeness. Molech throws his head up and away from her, his bright gaze flashing back to her with apparent dislike sparkling in the purple of his irises. She leaves a rust colored stain on the deep green of his cheek, his teeth flashing to snap dully at the white of her face - he doesn’t care if he makes contact (she’ll be too fast for him anyway), but the gesture will make his point anyway.

Molech’s gold-tipped ears are flicked backward, contemplation muddying his handsome face. A single moth flutters closer to him, its velvet-soft wings brushing against the deep goldenrod of his muzzle. His nose twitches slightly at the sensation but ultimately decides to champ his teeth idly to get the insect to return back to its keeper, bumping into him one more time before blindly floating back towards his new friend.

“Wight,” he repeats, committing the name to memory with a gentle rise of one of his brows. “I’m Molech.” He pauses, surveying her once again with a curious tilt of his head. He smacks his lips together in a sort of tsking sound before pursing them slightly. “If they’re yours, shouldn’t you name them?”

YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING

@[Wight]