The Den was not somewhere the stallion normally ventured, he’s never had cause. His own children would never be found here and never has he felt the pull of fatherhood so strong as to take on someone else’s broken offspring. Today, for unknown reasons, he decides to cut through the magical little place…just to have a peek. He’s found nothing in the field today, maybe this will be at least mildly fruitful…
Chemdog’s skin prickles as soon as his big feet start to scar the sand and stone of the Den’s earthen floor. Faeries flit and chitter, swooping on him, brushing him off to the side, aggressively herding him in a direction he assumed was the exit – but it was not. The creatures harass him, even sting him a few times (with what, he does not know, but it felt electric). “Ow, fuck!” He snapped emptily at one of them, but it only giggles as it is much faster than a silly horse.
“Oh,” He snorts, stopping just before he gets a little too close to the little black bundle down below his nose. “I do so apologize, little one,” He stays a few steps away as to not scare it, looking around, the Faeries have fled. Why would they want him to see this little thing? If he had the physical ability to shrug he would do so now. Fuck it.
“Are you injured?” His smile now is genuine, one of the rare times that it is. “Sick?” his teal eyes blink down at her bright, and alert, he shows no signs of the rot that has invaded him. He is reckless to be in the Den; perhaps that is why the faeries led him to her...perhaps she is sick too and the sickos are better off together.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
idk but ily you kris <3
not sure whats going on here but im excited
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