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His ears pivoted at the whinny. El Toro turned, backing up from the ledge. His eyes went wide at the sight of the mare before him. She looked hairless, at first, save for her mane and tail, and he - was she hairless? How…ugly. (He didn’t think it in a mean-spirited sort of way, it was just the truth, and he wasn’t the sort of guy who had mental roadblocks to unpleasant truths. It simply Was.)
”Are you alright?”
He could’ve asked her the same thing, but he was feeling bad now, and a little confused, and what was that thing on her shoulder?
Toro almost forgot to answer her. ”Ahm- yeah, I’m fine, thanks.” The white stallion picked his way down to a few feet from where she stood. He had to force himself into a comfortable distance; something about her appearance suggested the plague. He tried not to stare but failed miserably. Maybe she wasn’t hairless, after all…? Think of something else, something else, something else. His gaze fell back to the sloth hanging off of her. ”What - um - what is that…animal?”
It wasn’t an introduction, or a question about the weather, or her appearance - which was good, right? - but, damn him if it wasn’t awkward. She was probably nice! Nice girls could look like walking corpses, couldn’t they?
Luvena
