08-20-2021, 04:08 PM
And I looked and behold a pale horse
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
His name that sat on him was Death and Hell followed with him
Eyes that glowed just shy of crimson blinked at the dying grasses, the falling leaves. The cold season was coming again, the days falling behind the ever lengthening nights. Cross sighed contentedly. This was, he thought, his favorite time of year. The most like the days he had come to associate with his infancy. The days when dark and cold and fear had somehow combined in the just the right way to create his family.
Whisking the seed-head grasses with the plume of his tail, the dark unicorn browsed the vegetation with little attention. It all tasted more or less the same. More interesting was the comings and goings of the world around him. The secrets and whispering thoughts that pervaded a crowd as he moved through it.
He took delight in the skill his mother had passed on with regret. No parent wants their child to read every thought that passes through their mind. Every doubt, every worry, every frustrated howl. He knew them all. And sometimes it was not beneath him to use that knowledge. Even for so small a use as his own entertainment.
Wading through the meadow was a pastime of his for this very reason. Built on the lines of the unicorns of lore, with an eternally charming grin on his face and an uncanny ability to say just the right thing, he was a disaster waiting to happen. He just didn't know it yet.
Whisking the seed-head grasses with the plume of his tail, the dark unicorn browsed the vegetation with little attention. It all tasted more or less the same. More interesting was the comings and goings of the world around him. The secrets and whispering thoughts that pervaded a crowd as he moved through it.
He took delight in the skill his mother had passed on with regret. No parent wants their child to read every thought that passes through their mind. Every doubt, every worry, every frustrated howl. He knew them all. And sometimes it was not beneath him to use that knowledge. Even for so small a use as his own entertainment.
Wading through the meadow was a pastime of his for this very reason. Built on the lines of the unicorns of lore, with an eternally charming grin on his face and an uncanny ability to say just the right thing, he was a disaster waiting to happen. He just didn't know it yet.