[open] just to feel what it's like to pretend

[Skeleton Ghoul]

Her scent reaches him before he can see her. It's an unmistakable aroma, even when it's just a breath on the wind; a smell he's hardwired to detect and pay attention to. As much as Skeleton Ghoul dislikes it, it smells like woman and his lizard brain immediately perks up from within the confines of his higher thinking. The stallion draws in a breath and snorts, arching his neck and stretching a back foot out, clearing his mind with a slight shake of the head. 

A twig snaps, and a lithe, lovely little chestnut thing arrives. She's quite the contrast to the colossus trees that surrounds them, bright in color and smaller in stature. Empty white eyes watch as she approaches him, but his posture remains neutral, nonthreatening. Not that he can look any more bedraggled than he does right now after his dip in the river. In contrast, Skeleton Ghoul is a soggy, tangled mess of a man. 

So much for dignity. "Maybe so," he rumbles after drawing in a breath. "I am unfamiliar with this territory. I have never seen a forest of this size before. My name is Skeleton Ghoul, and I apologize if I am trespassing."

SKELETON GHOUL

the black tyton