Do you hear the coyotes call?
M
aking his way through the kingdom of Night was an odd yet beautiful experience. This was his court’s opposite, the dark to the light, the night to his day. A smirk formed on his lips at the thought, his crimson eyes wandering to the heavens, admiring the vastness of the sky. It seemed closer here, amplified, not as warm as the sun but pretty, nonetheless. Returning to earth, Ramses continued walking but it wasn’t long before something odd appeared before him. Eyes widening, his lips turning downwards, Ramses stared at the monstrous corn field -- confusion evident on his red face. As he was nearing the towering city of stalks, his eyes landed upon a pair of strangers who were making their way to the entrance. A sly smile appeared on those predatory lips as the coyote called out, his voice carrying across the crisp autumn air.
"Allow me to join you?" he asked as the man broke into a trot, his legs carrying him easily across the earth. The stallion was elegant, floating, when he was in motion. That feral, predator was released and was allowed to show its face. Analyzing the unknown equines before him, he allowed himself to admire the beauty of them both. Ramses towered over both of them and yet, there was something about them that seemed different? Were they from this kingdom? Were they from another court? What were they, entertainers or politicians, perhaps?
Slowing, he followed them into the darkness of the maze, a twisted grin appearing upon his mottled lips.
Did they not know of the dangers hidden in the dark?
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OOC: Sorry this isn't the best, didn't wanna scare them too quickly!
