break some bread for all my sins
Why Dahmer continues to venture into the Field in the dead of winter, he will never know (and, obviously never learn). The snow is cold and uncomfortable beneath his dark hooves and the icy air offers him no kindness, either. His ears are plastered to his head, hidden beneath the tousled mane they call their home, in the hopes of avoiding frostbite. It is a pointless effort, because they always hurt from the cold just the same, but he does it anyway.
His bright blue eyes find the only other individual who has decided to trudge through the frozen Field today, and he adjusts his course so that he is heading in her direction. Her black coat may match his, but her mane and tail cause him to blink his blue eyes a few extra times. Pink?
Nickering a greeting, the black thoroughbred pulls himself to a halt and tilts his head sideways to study the tiny mare. "Did you have to eat a lot of berries to get your mane and tail that color?" His trademark (and quite dashing) lopsided grin finds its place on his maw, and Dahmer offers her a semi-gentlemanly nod.
"I am Dahmer, of Tephra, and it's quite a pleasure to meet you."
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