01-17-2026, 12:20 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
He smiled when she didn't shy away from his proximity, catching a glimpse of her wings as they twitched in anticipation. He didn't have experience with other horses except his mother. His mother who had dropped him off like rotting trash in a barren, dusty land and disappeared into the world with few words. There was something about the red and black girl that exuded wrongness. It likely should have pushed him away, his instincts should have said flee but instead he felt a pull towards her with some dark curiosity.
Their mix of glow and fog created an interesting show around the duo as she states it would be a shame for them both to bleed and a short chuckle rumbled from his throat. "To each their own, I guess." He remarked as she stepped even closer to him. He didn't shy away but tipped his head slightly as he took in her scent. He could smell another horse on her, assuming it would be her mother, but she also had a strange smell. Something he couldn't quite put a descriptor to. Whatever it was, it matched the wrongness that flowed from her with the fog.
His smile grew slightly as she stepped away and giggled. Something about the emptiness in the giggle made him want to get inside of her mind and see what was in there. He pondered what he might find if he was able to crack her open as the girl began to tell him what kind of monster she would want to be. "I think that would be a fitting kind of monster for you, 'Nista." He said, coming back to reality and directing his orange gaze towards her, his glowing eyes still curious, "My mother called me Ghoulish, but you can call me whatever you want." What's a name, anyways?
Their mix of glow and fog created an interesting show around the duo as she states it would be a shame for them both to bleed and a short chuckle rumbled from his throat. "To each their own, I guess." He remarked as she stepped even closer to him. He didn't shy away but tipped his head slightly as he took in her scent. He could smell another horse on her, assuming it would be her mother, but she also had a strange smell. Something he couldn't quite put a descriptor to. Whatever it was, it matched the wrongness that flowed from her with the fog.
His smile grew slightly as she stepped away and giggled. Something about the emptiness in the giggle made him want to get inside of her mind and see what was in there. He pondered what he might find if he was able to crack her open as the girl began to tell him what kind of monster she would want to be. "I think that would be a fitting kind of monster for you, 'Nista." He said, coming back to reality and directing his orange gaze towards her, his glowing eyes still curious, "My mother called me Ghoulish, but you can call me whatever you want." What's a name, anyways?
ghoulish
@Sanguinista