[P] silence like a cancer grows

[Anonymous]

A N O N Y M O U S The wraith didn't even flinch as the blade crossed his cheek. Anonymous found himself admiring that staunch resilience as he waited for the reply. It was strange though, out of place. Someone who resisted pain was either immune to it altogether, or at least showed signs of feeling it, the effort to resist and remain calm. The brute did not reveal any of these qualities. His gold and turquoise began to roam the lines of the other's body, the golden and ragged mane and tail, when the wraith began to chuckle. It is a cold, unfeeling laugh, cut off abruptly by a single word. "Only." It's not a word, it's a name. Amusement dances in Anon's eyes, but he neither smiles nor laughs. He is in no position to tease about names, after all, he chose to call himself "Anonymous." It seemed fitting, but that did not make it any less strange. The bay considers Only's request to finish the introduction. Should he gift the wraith with his name? He hesitates a moment before making his decision. "I am Emrys." The name of a childhood friend. Perhaps someday he will reveal his identity to Only, but not when he is such a stranger still. Only, the cocky bastard, begins chuckling, then outright laughing. Glee dances in those emerald eyes. Such a strange creature this one was. He jerked his head toward the east. "I thought you were looking for the Rapax. What keeps you planted here, gawking at me?" A cold drawl, contrasting from the heat of the moment just before. Then a mischevious glimmer appears in those dual-colored eyes. "Perhaps you just can't stand to leave me? I know I'm a handsome bastard." Gods strike him down, he could be so full of himself sometimes. But Anonymous can't help himself. Teasing this strange stallion is bringing more enjoyment than he expected. @Only

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