5 hours ago
Like flies to honey, they start flocking to him. By they he means her, but he knows more will come. Honestly how could they not? Flies love honey!
(Flies also love dead things and shit, but I won't tell him that and neither should you.)
If they had been standing in a swamp he probably would have screamed, thinking her some sort of swamp monster, but luckily they are in The Meadow. The hub of their land, if you will. Home to vagrants and vagabonds alike.
(He isn't sure which he is, because he isn't entirely sure what those words mean. Honestly we could fill a book entitled "Things Layland Doesn't Know" by Layland The Hot Pink Tobiano STALLION. He would definitely include the stallion part, in all caps, just like that.)
Being in The Meadow means he doesn't mistake her for a swamp monster, though. To the contrary, her ickiness just kind of...blends in. He would liken her color to puke, though he himself has never puked. Odd design flaw, that. Swift as the wind but can die of a simple belly ache. Evolution truly does like her little jokes.
Sorry, SQUIRREL!
"I am many things, and chief among them is a Specimen, yes." he says, nodding his head in agreement. The motion sends his Hot pink tresses flying. (Thats the fancy word for mane, for you plebians who don't know fancy words.) He eyes her from top to bottom, never lingering too long in one spot. That would be unbecoming of someone who is "quite the specimen", but he does have an appreciation for the female form. Even one thats the color of a stagnant, mosquito filled swamp and has a suspicious looking scar on her chest.
Luckily, Layland can't read so he doesn't know that the C stands for Carnage, else he'd tuck plume and run for the hills.
Instead, he cocks a hind hoof, content to be lazy and nonchalant and overall fabulous. "And you mi'lady, you are certainly something yourself. Hopefully not sick? The last time I saw someone your color, it was mostly in their face and they were about to blow chunks. Is that your trait? Puking?" he asks with a tilt of his skull. He himself doesn't have any traits, but puking would be a cool one.
Useful too, in the event he gets a bellyache.
(Flies also love dead things and shit, but I won't tell him that and neither should you.)
If they had been standing in a swamp he probably would have screamed, thinking her some sort of swamp monster, but luckily they are in The Meadow. The hub of their land, if you will. Home to vagrants and vagabonds alike.
(He isn't sure which he is, because he isn't entirely sure what those words mean. Honestly we could fill a book entitled "Things Layland Doesn't Know" by Layland The Hot Pink Tobiano STALLION. He would definitely include the stallion part, in all caps, just like that.)
Being in The Meadow means he doesn't mistake her for a swamp monster, though. To the contrary, her ickiness just kind of...blends in. He would liken her color to puke, though he himself has never puked. Odd design flaw, that. Swift as the wind but can die of a simple belly ache. Evolution truly does like her little jokes.
Sorry, SQUIRREL!
"I am many things, and chief among them is a Specimen, yes." he says, nodding his head in agreement. The motion sends his Hot pink tresses flying. (Thats the fancy word for mane, for you plebians who don't know fancy words.) He eyes her from top to bottom, never lingering too long in one spot. That would be unbecoming of someone who is "quite the specimen", but he does have an appreciation for the female form. Even one thats the color of a stagnant, mosquito filled swamp and has a suspicious looking scar on her chest.
Luckily, Layland can't read so he doesn't know that the C stands for Carnage, else he'd tuck plume and run for the hills.
Instead, he cocks a hind hoof, content to be lazy and nonchalant and overall fabulous. "And you mi'lady, you are certainly something yourself. Hopefully not sick? The last time I saw someone your color, it was mostly in their face and they were about to blow chunks. Is that your trait? Puking?" he asks with a tilt of his skull. He himself doesn't have any traits, but puking would be a cool one.
Useful too, in the event he gets a bellyache.