Skin and bones, skin and bones. But hers is white, she’s a ghost, a skeleton - she’s absolutely perfect. How does one get to be perfect?
He wants to know. He lingers though. He’s just a boy yet, all in all, not worth the attention. Not craving it either, his discoveries are his and his alone, not to be shouted around, not to be shared. Selfish, he knows, but where he grew up, selfishness was about the only way that ensured oneself a meal, a life even.
Ultimately, he waits too long, long enough for another to appear. A bay mare, looking more fit, moe than the white ghost, more than himself - his body still lanky from his latest growth spurt that finally puts him at his proper height; mostly anglo-arabian, he’s even slightly taller than them.
But he is a see-through being, and only here to see. There’s not much he won’t investigate, but not if there’s a threat. In that case, he mostly lingers - awaits his chances, does not move.
Rajanish
screaming out loud
@[Sakara]@[Wishbone]
Not actually interacting, so please continue xP