being fabulous is the absolute best revenge
This island... This crazy island was the bane of his existence it seemed. Everyone was fascinated by the insanity that surrounded the island and the idea of a relic or something that might be hiding there. Even with the craziness, he could not seem to keep away from it. That fact alone made him laugh. Yep... He might be irritated with the fascination, but yet he was here again.
“You there!” Huehuecoyotl jumped to the right, head raised and ears pricked to anything he might hear around him. Cyan eyes wide, Coy looked around him in an effort to see whatever or whoever had called out to him. Nothing seemed to be anywhere near him and he snorted as he bent his ebony neck. Funny enough, that was the only part of his body that didnt have multiple colors painting his glorious pelt.
“Yes, you! Come here!” The voice came again. This time, the ebony, ivory, and acid stallion kept his cool and frowned at the shadows within the tree filled forest. Grumbling, he picked a shadow that seemed to be the darkest and stared into it. He couldnt see anything, but that didnt mean that there was nothing there. "Who are you?" Coy snapped, ears pinning back as he glared into the abyss of darkness. "What do you want with me?" His usually velvet voice was deepened by irritation and a touch of unease. He was the one that usually played pranks on others. Having another doing the same to him was infuriating and made him want to destroy the being.
“Stallion of black and white and green, man with the bright blue eyes, riddle me this, and I will give you a treat. I can be seen, but not felt, I can be heard, but not held. Alive without breath, More active in death, Who am I?” Coy could not hide the groan that slipped from his lips. "Seriously?! A stupid riddle? Who in the world is supposed to know what it means? You could make the riddle thinking about a God but yet one could claim it is darkness itself... or a ghost. Why would you call to a ghost?! Dont you know that you are supposed to let the dead rest in peace?!" He was ranting as he tried to figure out the riddle.
Coy paused, eyes closed and expression pained. "That is it, isnt it? It is a ghost. Seen but not felt... You can feel the effects of a ghost, but not the actual ghost itself. They are not corporeal... Heard, again... you can hear the words or sounds but cannot hold what you cannot feel or touch. Alive without breath... well... that could point toward many things. Zombies dont need to breathe and are dead but still alive... Again, ghosts. But that brings in the question of what is life? Active in death again brings in the question of what is life." He was taking things step by step, working through the chaotic and dumb riddle the best way that he could. Uzuri could probably figure it out in a heartbeat.
"Ugh! Who are you?! What do you want?! No sane horse would start their conversation with a dumb riddle! All that serves to do is to infuriate the one that you creep up on and attempt to scare! Besides, that is my job! I am the one that enjoys pranking others and making them jump!" He grumbled as he did another slow circle to try to figure out what in the world was going on. He didnt even notice the glossy black feathers that had broken out on his ebony neck in the midst of the emotions and stress that were roiling in his brain.
@Random Events - @sid
"Coy Sass"
“You there!” Huehuecoyotl jumped to the right, head raised and ears pricked to anything he might hear around him. Cyan eyes wide, Coy looked around him in an effort to see whatever or whoever had called out to him. Nothing seemed to be anywhere near him and he snorted as he bent his ebony neck. Funny enough, that was the only part of his body that didnt have multiple colors painting his glorious pelt.
“Yes, you! Come here!” The voice came again. This time, the ebony, ivory, and acid stallion kept his cool and frowned at the shadows within the tree filled forest. Grumbling, he picked a shadow that seemed to be the darkest and stared into it. He couldnt see anything, but that didnt mean that there was nothing there. "Who are you?" Coy snapped, ears pinning back as he glared into the abyss of darkness. "What do you want with me?" His usually velvet voice was deepened by irritation and a touch of unease. He was the one that usually played pranks on others. Having another doing the same to him was infuriating and made him want to destroy the being.
“Stallion of black and white and green, man with the bright blue eyes, riddle me this, and I will give you a treat. I can be seen, but not felt, I can be heard, but not held. Alive without breath, More active in death, Who am I?” Coy could not hide the groan that slipped from his lips. "Seriously?! A stupid riddle? Who in the world is supposed to know what it means? You could make the riddle thinking about a God but yet one could claim it is darkness itself... or a ghost. Why would you call to a ghost?! Dont you know that you are supposed to let the dead rest in peace?!" He was ranting as he tried to figure out the riddle.
Coy paused, eyes closed and expression pained. "That is it, isnt it? It is a ghost. Seen but not felt... You can feel the effects of a ghost, but not the actual ghost itself. They are not corporeal... Heard, again... you can hear the words or sounds but cannot hold what you cannot feel or touch. Alive without breath... well... that could point toward many things. Zombies dont need to breathe and are dead but still alive... Again, ghosts. But that brings in the question of what is life? Active in death again brings in the question of what is life." He was taking things step by step, working through the chaotic and dumb riddle the best way that he could. Uzuri could probably figure it out in a heartbeat.
"Ugh! Who are you?! What do you want?! No sane horse would start their conversation with a dumb riddle! All that serves to do is to infuriate the one that you creep up on and attempt to scare! Besides, that is my job! I am the one that enjoys pranking others and making them jump!" He grumbled as he did another slow circle to try to figure out what in the world was going on. He didnt even notice the glossy black feathers that had broken out on his ebony neck in the midst of the emotions and stress that were roiling in his brain.
"Coy Sass"
