11-29-2016, 10:10 PM
It's uncharacteristically warm for early spring and Dahmer is taking advantage of the heat, a contented hum escaping his maw as he stands smack-dab in the middle of the meadow. A variety of individuals have taken to mingling, perhaps feeling more social in the unexpected heat, but Dahmer is standing with his blue eyes closed to better appreciation the conclusion of winter. His ears flutter casually with each bird chirp or distant whinny, but he's otherwise lost in thought.
Memories of Desole and Executioner occasionally wander into his brain, filling the black beast with bittersweet nostalgia. It had been years since he'd crossed paths with his sire and dam, perhaps since they had abdicated their thrones in the Subway and had placed its residents into his inexperienced hooves. He had been young and headstrong then, nearing his fifth birthday, but he had had a prosperous reign. A quiet sigh falls from ajar lips before Dahmer opens his ocean blue eyes and wills his thoughts back to the present.
A black mare with a uniquely-colored mane and tail stands fairly close to Dahmer. His blue eyes are drawn to her instantly and the thoroughbred can't help but to take a few steps closer to the mare, who has stopped next to one of the many creeks that criss-cross the meadow. He nickers at the mare, a lazy grin finding its place on his black lips.
His smile falters, though, when she turns to look at him and his blue eyes catch her green ones. "Clearly, we must be soulmates, judging by eye color alone," he muses warmly, "My name is Dahmer. And you are?"
Memories of Desole and Executioner occasionally wander into his brain, filling the black beast with bittersweet nostalgia. It had been years since he'd crossed paths with his sire and dam, perhaps since they had abdicated their thrones in the Subway and had placed its residents into his inexperienced hooves. He had been young and headstrong then, nearing his fifth birthday, but he had had a prosperous reign. A quiet sigh falls from ajar lips before Dahmer opens his ocean blue eyes and wills his thoughts back to the present.
A black mare with a uniquely-colored mane and tail stands fairly close to Dahmer. His blue eyes are drawn to her instantly and the thoroughbred can't help but to take a few steps closer to the mare, who has stopped next to one of the many creeks that criss-cross the meadow. He nickers at the mare, a lazy grin finding its place on his black lips.
His smile falters, though, when she turns to look at him and his blue eyes catch her green ones. "Clearly, we must be soulmates, judging by eye color alone," he muses warmly, "My name is Dahmer. And you are?"
@Naga ! I couldn't help myself, Queenie, I stalked her and fell in love :D