Nicodemus
Follow the White Rabbit...
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arricaded by books, Nico had spent the last several hours attempting to decipher a long forgotten text ladened with thick sheets of dust and grime. The foreign words had appeared to allude to some sort of potion that could potentially promote longevity, a long standing goal in the mule's hidden eyes. Or could potentially be a poison, but the scripture's near illegible scrawl made it that much more difficult, considering the words were already eerily close in nature. The young equine flipped his attention back and forth between the initial book and another which he hoped to use in transcribing such a problematic piece.Huddled in his towering mess of books that walled him into such a tiny space of the large room, he managed to find an area of which he could dab his feathered pen into the viscous ink he had made. Absentmindedly, the mule would tap the inked end to his lip as he analyzed his work. Each success he found was met with a private joy and enthusiasm as his writing utensil danced across the loose pages he had scattered around him, another note added to his ever growing log.
He was knee deep in his studies, his outer body simply a placeholder while his mind wandered freely. Each paper he filled was pushed aside in wake of a new one, though in his haste he managed to tip his well over. Black oozed over several of the pages, absorbing Nico's efforts within seconds. The teak haired mare all but shrieked. He dropped all else in favor of picking up the well and setting it right, away from his notes.
He had to act quickly.
The mule shot to his hooves, his shrouded gaze now darting about his residence in search of anything to mop up his mistake.
So set on his task, he hadn't even noticed anyone approaching, no. No one ever came by, unless of course they found him by chance which was rather awkward indeed. Awkward, awkward...
@danaë
