Turn your magic on, to me she'd say
Everything you want's a dream away
Fresh death reeked. And it drew, but not only those in hunt of a meal. The stallion’s nostrils softly flared as he sought out the location, in search of material and keen to arrive before vultures found their feast. He strode with a purpose, an intent, treading over the rolling hills with the sun beaming high in the sky.
He had to be quick if he wanted the hide to stay fresh.
Picking up a trot, his painted body could be seen gracefully toppling hills before his blue orbs fell upon the site of a fallen deer. It appeared not to be killed, but injured and unable to continue functioning and thus the miracle of life fed itself, and the cycle continued. Atlaas saw no shame nor negativity in death. He appreciated the painful ways of the world in a way not many could, spotting splendour in every desperate time and always finding the light others refused to admit shone. No matter the circumstance, something positive would arrive sooner or later and with that mind set, the horned creature never failed to continue.
For the deer, it would be offering material for a great cause, as the stallion planned to create a hooded garment from an eclectic collection of hide from differing species. But first, and he came to a halt, the task at hand would be stripping skin from flesh before preparing it to craft. Bending to his front knees, his horns carefully tipped the body onto its back and once he rose again, a tool was equipped and with absolute precision, he made the first cut into the deer. From there, he skilfully wielded his curved knife to continue along the animal’s body and slowly, bit by bit, the pelt of the deer began to stripe away from the guts. Blood surely splatted his pretty coat but he did not mind, he was used to the mess.
ooc: na
tags: @Dyzzie <3
Under this pressure, under this weight
We are diamonds taking shape
