01-09-2026, 02:11 PM
dropping little reels of tape to remind me that i'm alone
playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
A know it all.
In honesty, Ghoulish knows nothing, but he wasn't going to admit that. He smirked and took a slight step sideways to look at her from a different angle.
She doesn't turn and run from him as he had half expected her to do, but instead greats his remark about her bones with a sneer. Intrigue flickered across his features as he watched her. It was true, he wouldn't be able to catch her if she took to the air. There was nothing he would be able to do to get off of the ground. His eyes wandered over leathery wings again as he thought about what it might be like to fly. Freeing, he was sure. "I suppose you're right. I couldn't catch you in the air." He stated before jumping towards with a little snap of his teeth her as she made a show of her wings, "But they wouldn't do you any good if I caught you before you got off the ground."
He stilled when all four hooves found the earth in front of her and moved his face near hers, trying to get his nose close enough that the eerie glow emanating from him might have reflected against her. He looked down to the dark surrounding her, wondering what would happen if he got close enough to touch the fog. Would it be hot or cold, or feel at all?
His orange eyes found hers, searching for any emotion. Was she as empty and eerie as she sounded? His curiosity piqued at her mention of monsters and her spine prickling giggle. "What kind of a monster would you be, little red banshee?" She made him think of a creature of the night or death. Something uncanny and cold and soulless - and it was so very intriguing.
In honesty, Ghoulish knows nothing, but he wasn't going to admit that. He smirked and took a slight step sideways to look at her from a different angle.
She doesn't turn and run from him as he had half expected her to do, but instead greats his remark about her bones with a sneer. Intrigue flickered across his features as he watched her. It was true, he wouldn't be able to catch her if she took to the air. There was nothing he would be able to do to get off of the ground. His eyes wandered over leathery wings again as he thought about what it might be like to fly. Freeing, he was sure. "I suppose you're right. I couldn't catch you in the air." He stated before jumping towards with a little snap of his teeth her as she made a show of her wings, "But they wouldn't do you any good if I caught you before you got off the ground."
He stilled when all four hooves found the earth in front of her and moved his face near hers, trying to get his nose close enough that the eerie glow emanating from him might have reflected against her. He looked down to the dark surrounding her, wondering what would happen if he got close enough to touch the fog. Would it be hot or cold, or feel at all?
His orange eyes found hers, searching for any emotion. Was she as empty and eerie as she sounded? His curiosity piqued at her mention of monsters and her spine prickling giggle. "What kind of a monster would you be, little red banshee?" She made him think of a creature of the night or death. Something uncanny and cold and soulless - and it was so very intriguing.
ghoulish
@Sanguinista