11-13-2016, 04:36 PM
.......Dahmer had not asked to be dragged from the depths of his beloved Subway. In fact, he had been quite content living the rest of his immortal life in the dark caverns of his home, waiting for the world to end. Perhaps we will never know what has drawn the black beast from hiding, but nevertheless, he has arrived in Beqanna.
.......His black frame moves fluidly across the frosted field with heavy steps, blue eyes squinting instinctively to keep safe from falling snowflakes. The field is drab and nearly desolate, although Dahmer does not expect much else when the temperature is inching closer and closer to intolerable each day. Had he considered this before his long trek, the Thoroughbred stallion would have holed up in a dense copse of trees or even a small cave, but alas, his restlessness had gotten the best of him.
.......A sudden whinny draws Dahmer's head high. The pupils of his blue eyes narrow and his gaze shifts immediately to the source of the noise. A painted stallion stands at the opposite side of the field, his whinny still echoing through the thin air. Dahmer's ears flick backwards to sit at half-mast as he considers approaching the unknown stallion, his nostrils flaring to insure that he had not encroached on the painted one's territory. There are no predominant scents in the air, but there are many layered on top of each other, and the black stallion relaxes slightly with the knowledge that he had not accidentally sparked a battle. He would save such things for a later time.
.......Having waited a few beats, Dahmer finally decides to meander his way over to the other stallion. As he nears, confusion is evident on the painted one's face. The black beast thinks that, maybe, he can see a bit of disappointment, too. Curious.
......."Everything alright, mate?" His voice is rough and the edges of his lips turn up slightly in amusement, though Dahmer does his best to hide the laughter in his ocean blue eyes.
@Clark