Raglan
may the bridges i burn light the way
The forest was deep, dark, and all things that could make an equine jump and exclaim “Oh, my!”
As Raglan picked his way over gnarled roots and damp hollows, he felt his heart skip with excitement. The Crow had heard of some poacher in Terrastella’s borders, taking refuge in the woods and slaughtering non-equines then leaving their massacred bodies to rot until they were found. Part of him wondered how long it would take for the monster (if thats really what it was) to start in on the fairer shades of hooved mammal.
A pleasurable shiver ran like an electric current beneath his skin, the fear rushing through and making him giddy. To be sure, the stallion was only tramping through the dim depths of the forest as a thrilling and coltish pastime, he had absolutely zero plan for confrontation if the Poacher decided to appear. Raglan guessed that he was strong enough to fend off most (maybe most) attackers; after all, time as a street urchin didn’t make for soft children, it made for bruised knuckles and bloody teeth. Yet, even with horns and wings and hooves, the Crow didn’t know just what he may have been up against, and that made both the excitement and the anxiety so much more intense.
Smiling like a madman, the mahogany stag ducked beneath a low hanging branch and paused at the sound of a twig cracking. He tilted an ear to his left, grin growing ever wider, as his muscles coiled and adrenaline-laced sweat began to dampen his coat about the withers and sides. Was this it? Had he stumbled upon the feared and fabled Poacher? Would he perish? Would the notorious creature let him escape?
He fought the half-hysterical giggle rising up in his throat like a wave and nearly choked on the effort.
”Ohshitohshitohshitohshit...” Came the nervous whisper, words rapid fire and breathy with anticipation.
This was it wasn’t it?
"Talk"
@Thana ... well, he’s dumber than I thought, but here you go.
