Ramses I will eat you alive
The chilly night was not the reason for the shiver that travelled down his spine. Crimson eyes moved over the expanse of darkness before him, a tall ominous beast that growled and screamed. No, that wasn’t the forest that made him feel it… that was something else.
Ramses tilted his head, ears swivelled as he sought out that sound. It sounded like something he’d heard before upon the dry desert wind. The wailing of lost souls, from those who had fallen victim to the desert’s merciless appetite. The spectral beings would appear on the dunes, staring and whispering but he’d grown used to ignoring such things. It was dangerous to betray the desert and appease the spirits for she was a selfish, greedy thing.
The man did believe in ghosts and as he listened intently, he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this one. Walking forward, he was embraced happily by the darkness. The coyote relied on his other senses as he travelled through the midnight wood-- the sobbing not growing closer but never moving further away. That monster in his chest was roaring, shaking the bars of its bony cage, clawing at the man’s heart. A sharp intake of breath escaped the red skinned stallion as he came to a sudden realization.
Perhaps this being did not want to be found unless it was on its terms? There was no telling what the phantom had been through and maybe it required some sort of trust to show itself. How horrible would it be to die here, to be stuck here with unfinished business. The forest was beautiful, yes, but it was also overwhelming and suffocating. Ramses doubted whoever had died here had meant for it to happen.
The body here would be invaded by roots and violated by vegetation, there was no sun and no warmth. It was a terrible place to perish, without Solis’s face upon your skin. He would rather be ashes on the wind then be trapped here forever. For once in his life, he felt an odd emotion rolling about inside his chest… The coyote had no idea what it could be (for it was sympathy) and he stopped, scarlet eyes analyzing the vast darkness.
"If only you could be warmed by the sun," he found himself whispering to whoever needed it. It was his way of offering help, his way of showing that unknown emotion.
"Let me guide you out," the giant offered for whatever the spirit required.
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OOC: this was rough for Ramses
