05-12-2016, 08:23 PM
There as no tactic to how he would recruit, how he would find mares to add to his collection of whores. It was simple really find the most innocent victim, that has yet to of been bombarded by countless frantic equine and simply claim her as his. Simple as that? Not in his terms, when you lack little social skills like him that always complicates things.
Waylan grunts as he enters the sweat stenched area, immediately out of instinct he makes himself invisible,literally. The only visible features of him are the following, the brush of a hoof in the long entangled strands of grass or the simple bump of a hind quarter against another equine almost clumsily he made his presence apparent to almost all equine within the field.
The nares of his nostrils flared momentarily as his lungs adjusted to the body odored air, his crimson eyes searched effortlessly for an equine yet to have been approached. She was a pretty little thing yet, mercilessly normal, not that he would care both of his parents were awfully normal.
Gallantly he appeared at her side taking a moment to inhale her scent and redirect himself before her, "Hello, I'm Waylan of Mourning Mountains." He paused licking his lips in satisfaction as his words husked on, "Care to share a name?" He tilted his head in a gentle bow, settling and neutral. Dark chocolate lobes flicked, at the apparent vocals of a song bird that chirped above the chattering of all equine within the premises.
Waylan grunts as he enters the sweat stenched area, immediately out of instinct he makes himself invisible,literally. The only visible features of him are the following, the brush of a hoof in the long entangled strands of grass or the simple bump of a hind quarter against another equine almost clumsily he made his presence apparent to almost all equine within the field.
The nares of his nostrils flared momentarily as his lungs adjusted to the body odored air, his crimson eyes searched effortlessly for an equine yet to have been approached. She was a pretty little thing yet, mercilessly normal, not that he would care both of his parents were awfully normal.
Gallantly he appeared at her side taking a moment to inhale her scent and redirect himself before her, "Hello, I'm Waylan of Mourning Mountains." He paused licking his lips in satisfaction as his words husked on, "Care to share a name?" He tilted his head in a gentle bow, settling and neutral. Dark chocolate lobes flicked, at the apparent vocals of a song bird that chirped above the chattering of all equine within the premises.
WAYLAN
-NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME-
Hope he's not too much of a creep for her XD