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Post by corruptpudding on Nov 30, 2014 0:57:09 GMT -5
The afternoon sun shone brightly, unchallenged by the likes of clouds or haze. Its warm rays of life giving energy seemed to absorb into the earth and provide comforting warmth for all those taking the time to bathe in its pleasant light. Snake, however, wasn’t interested in basking with the butterflies and voles amid a pleasant meadow in order to warm his back and attain a sense of oneness with nature like any normal horse might. No. He was much more intrigued by the cold, damp ruins scattered atop a lonely hill overlooking the valleys of the East Isle. Much more attractive afternoon plans. Despite the exquisite, sunshiny day, a cool breeze wafted over the dark, broken ruins that had once been a bustling metropolis. Though most of the sky was a clear, undaunted blue, a number of clouds seemed to have congregated over the crumbling stone walls, their luminous presence casting a shadow over the already unexplainable dark remnants that remained of human existence. The tall appaloosa paused at the top of the incline, gazing with a somber expression at his chosen terminus. At last, he would find some peace and quite. He’d given himself the day off from scavenger duties and forsook the jostling activity of the Bachelors for a little alone time. No pushy stallions, no whiny broods, and no pouty foals would disturb his afternoon in such a remote and unsought after destination.
Snake took a step or two forward, his multi-colored hooves wobbling as they crushed shale and brittle substances on the uneven ground, searching for a decently level place. Its surface was littered with the remains of the crumbling structures towering around him and the ground was uneven in some places. They were mostly just walls now, some connected and other standing desolate and alone against a stark background. A feeling of being watched passed over the young stallion and he glanced sharply one way and then the other. Seeing nothing, he continued on, thinking it must be the rats. The rats that lived among the ruins were notorious creatures, infamous for their uncanny intelligence and brutality. They were known to have killed horses in big enough hordes. Either out of bravery or foolishness, he didn't believe the pesky rodent would bother him. His hooves echoed dully off the ghostly walls and a thick presence seemed to hang in the air, as if the land itself were holding its breath, waiting for something unseen to happen. Undaunted by the eerie atmosphere, Snake forged onward, enjoying the sense of stillness and quiet. It seemed even the birds and crickets were wary of this place and didn’t dare sing among the mysterious black walls.
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Post by mariahwhy on Dec 6, 2014 0:20:40 GMT -5
Tobias hated these lazy summer days. It was too warm for anyone to want to do anything, and most of the herd lay about soaking in the warmth, or milling over the valley they currently inhabited, slowly pulling up mouthfuls of lush grass. Even the older stallions had given up training for routine patrols and chatting up the broods. He rolled from one side to the other, grunting, where he lay at the edge of the herd. Dust clung to his white fur as he rolled. When he was once again lying upright he opened his eyes, casting them about as if expecting something to have happened in the few short seconds that they had been closed. But to no avail. The valley was as quiet as ever. He let out an overly theatrical groan, tossing his head back in boredom. From the angle of his tilted head, however, something caught his eye. Whipping his head down and around he saw a horse moving away from the herd, towards the nearby ruins. A pale eyebrow shifted upwards. He didn't particularly care what this stallion was up to, but following him around should prove at least a little bit more exciting than the quiescent herd.
Throwing himself onto his hooves he gave a quick shake, and was off. He made a beeline for the ruins, moving at a bouncy, energetic pace. In no time he had reached the crumbling walls of the city, but the other horse had disappeared from sight a short while before. It would be a game to find him amongst the labyrinth of walls. Smiling, Toby slowed to a walk, stepping carefully onto the first bit of crumbling concrete that led into the city. He tried to walk only on parts that were covered in foliage, muffling the sound of his hooves. The rhythmic clicking of the other horse's hooves bounced off the walls, making it difficult for Toby to follow them. But this just made it more challenging and fun.
The appaloosa had been carefully picking his way amongst the moss and grass for a while when he had no choice but to step up onto the hard asphalt of on old road. It was either that or turn back and find another way, but he could tell now that he was close to crossing paths with this other equine. He'd have to give away his position eventually either way, so might as well be now. Confidently he stepped up onto the sun-bleached surface, his hooves immediately echoing amongst the walls in tandem with those of the other stallion. Toby walked a little further down the road he was on, before stopping at what had once been a large, four-way intersection. Roads spread out on either side of him, and as he turned he could see walls spreading and turning every which way. Briefly he wondered if he'd be able to find his way out of the city, not having explored it too often before, but the thought didn't worry him long. It couldn't be too hard, after all - walk in one direction long enough and you should reach the edge. And it wasn't like the herd was going to migrate any time soon. Grabbing a quick nibble of grass, which he quickly regretted due to the dirty, acrid taste that the surrounding concrete gave it, he waited to be found in the intersection.
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Post by corruptpudding on Dec 6, 2014 15:00:58 GMT -5
A faint, clipping echo seemed to resonate off the walls and Snake swiveled his ears, trying to capture the noise, but to no avail. It was distant and muted. He shrugged it off. Perhaps it was some trick of the ruins…the sound of his own hoof steps bouncing away into the labyrinth of dark stone and back, taunting him. His sickly yellow eyes scanned his surroundings with a confined interest. Not much but worn stone and moss, but he felt something a little more emanating from this place…a sort of…<i>ancient past</i>. A mysterious feeling he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Almost as if the walls were…<i>alive</i>.
<i>Don’t be stupid.</i> he chided to himself. <i>Its just rock!</i> but as he stared up at a towering structure of dark stone casting a shadow so long it didn’t seem to have an end, he knew, subconsciously, he was wrong. The appaloosa kept up his slow, thoughtful pace, enjoying the stillness and enigmatic atmosphere. His wandering soon brought him to a split in the cracked concrete path, it’s fissured surface spreading in numerous directions. Oddly, it created something like a gap among the tall, dark walls, and appeared to be one of the few places bathed in light. The sun’s rays reaching the black road and warming its surface to an uncomfortable degree. Snake walked closer, intending to head for the middle of the intersection and pick a path he deemed most interesting, but his plans were foiled. The stallion paused, sensing another presence, and turned his head sharply, his beige gaze falling onto the spotted coat of another horse. For a moment, he only glared at the other equine, his irritation piqued. He felt his afternoon was about to be spoiled by the presence of another. <i>Dumb colt must have wandered from his dam’s side and got lost.</i> he thought, trotting toward the smaller stallion. “<b>You lost, kid</b>?” he asked coolly, his expression its usual shade of neural, tainted with a faint smirk.
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Post by mariahwhy on Dec 30, 2014 21:02:16 GMT -5
Red eyes rolled skyward. Tobias had been waiting longer than he had expected for the other to find him. The sound of the mystery horse's pace was slow, and he wondered if they were trying to sneak up on him, or if they were still unaware of his presence and simply taking a stroll amongst the ruins. Either way they would soon find their hopes of being alone interrupted, and this thought caused his impish grin returned. But as the echoing steps grew closer they also grew louder, and more confusing. They bounced off of all the walls around him now, and he was no longer sure exactly which direction the horse was coming from. He didn't bother to look around though. They would find each other, whether he spotted them first or they him.
Suddenly the hoof steps stopped. Tobias closed his eyes, waiting. The voice rang out to his side, and he opened his eyes. Slowly he turned his head, his grin matching the smirk of the other stallion. For a moment silence stretched between them as they stared down the crumbling road at each other. Another appaloosa stallion, one he had seen amongst the scavenger ranks. Other than that he knew little about the horse. Why should he? He was no one of importance.
"Lost?" he finally called back. "Certainly not. What about you, old man?" He slung back the retort. He hated being referred to as a kid. He would be 17 in no time, and if you asked him he should have been allowed to join the ranks of the older horses long ago. No, he was much more advanced in his training than any mere foal. He took a few steps towards the other appaloosa. "Do I need to assist you back to the herd, or are you just going to continue this midday stroll of yours?"
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Post by corruptpudding on Jan 10, 2015 22:37:54 GMT -5
Snake hid his irritation behind a sneering façade and trod ever closer to the shorter equine. What an impudent rascal, he thought to himself. Manners weren’t exactly the number one forethought within his herd, but at least some respect should be given to higher ranks, should it not? He wasn’t about to let some silly colt spit insults at him, however minor, without putting him in his place.
“It’s scrawny but its mouth is plenty big .” He drawled. “I can certainly give you some lessons if necessary…Kid.” His voice was calm but carried a serrated edge, making it clear he wasn’t exactly a desirable teacher.
“Did you follow me here just to puke out a few snarky words mister polka-dots? Cause I can certainly make this trip worth your while.” He hissed, tossing his head carelessly and relishing in the way he loomed over the younger stallion....well....so maybe their height wasn’t anything of extreme proportional difference, but aside from offering Snake a stronger feeling of superiority it might give him the upper hand if the kid got any more snobby. Ugh. He hated foals.
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 17, 2015 20:40:51 GMT -5
Tobias's eyes narrowed as he listened to the older stallion speak. Something in his voice, perhaps how bitingly snide it was, reminded him of himself, and it bothered him. The feeling was odd, but he tried to push it aside. It was a ridiculous, irrelevant thought. He was nothing like this other horse. Except... he laughed, high and cold. "Polka dots? Look who's talking. You don't seem to have many less than myself." No, he was proud of his spots. They made him stand out, and standing out was the first step to being better than others. Including this annoying stallion.
But he was tired of this other horse trying to lord over him. He lifted his head, trying to make himself appear taller. It was a childish habit, but he couldn't just let this guy try to pull the size card on him. It wasn't like he was that much bigger - this stallion certainly was no shire. For a tense moment red and yellow eyes stared into each other. It took Tobias a moment to decide how he wanted this to play out. Their sarcasm was well matched, and he almost regretted following this stallion. A weaker mind was fun to play with, but a stronger wit... that could be a challenge.
In a split second he turned on a back hoof, allowing his blonde tale to barely whip the stallion's chest. The young stallion began to walk away, his pace very slow. "I don't think there is anything you can teach me," he called back, not bothering to turn his head. His eyes turned up towards the building surrounding them. In the back of his mind he wondered what sort of powerful creatures must have built these monoliths, and what they could have taught him. "Unless maybe you know some secrets of this city." He spun again, bringing himself around to once more face the stallion. "If you can teach me something, show me something, about this city that I don't know, then I'll leave you alone." What Tobias didn't say was that he knew very little about the city, and most anything would be new to him. But this would be a game. He would see what this stallion might could come up with, whether it was true or not. "Otherwise, you're stuck with me."
He flashed the cheapest smile that he could muster at the other horse. As a youngling he had nothing better to do, so why not harass him for a while.
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Post by corruptpudding on Jan 19, 2015 3:12:44 GMT -5
Snake rolled his eyes. He hadn’t been here more than a few minutes and already he tired of this colt…or did he? As unpleasant as the little snob was, he found something amusing about their similarities. Neither one felt the other deserved respect, it seemed, and bantering was certainly deemed one of their strong points. Maybe he’d let the little scamp tag along for a short time, and if he got bored he could just ditch him at a rats nest and let the foul creatures consume his polka-dotted hide. Huh. He liked that idea. Initially, he’d meant he could teach the child some ‘manners’, perhaps not in so gentle a way, but realized he had failed to clarify that point. Ah well. We all make mistakes. In any case the bugger seemed intent on exploring the city with no intentions of leaving him in peace, his tacky smile guaranteed as much.
“Don’t expect me to baby you if you fall and scrape your knees.” He snorted, baring his teeth in a snide grin, and brushing past the irritating colt. “And you better keep up Ladybug,” he added, another nickname indicative of his unwelcome companion’s spots, never mind his own. “Or you’ll get lost again.”
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Post by mariahwhy on Jan 25, 2015 21:37:21 GMT -5
Tobias squinted after the other stallion, his hide twitching where the stallion had just barely touched it. "Ladybug" was certainly a name he had yet to be called. Most horses weren't so creative, sticking simply with "Dots," "Specks," and sometimes, for more serious moments, "You Spotted Bastard." Smoothly he turned, walking just slightly behind and to the side of the other; it was the position you took up when you wanted to follow someone who didn't want you around, not straight behind like a lesser, or to the side like a friend. "I hate to tell you this, but you have some spots too. I'm sorry no one has told you before, but I figure someone should let you know. True, you don't have as many as me, but I'm sure someone will still like you. One day." He chuckled at his own wit.
Their hoof steps now rang out together, causing a soft, but continuous clacking sound around them. Tobias's eyes scanned the roof lines of the buildings. Those that still stood seemed to cut a chunk out of the sky, blocking the rest of the city and the island from his view. You could not see far in this place. Though he knew there were roads that led right out of the city it still seemed so enclosed, and though nothing moved down the roads but the two appaloosas it seemed so crowded. It was a coldly intimate place, and Tobias loved the chill that it sent up his legs. He wasn't sure if the feeling came from the cold rock and shade that the buildings cast, or if from some otherworldly origin. As a young colt he had still not entirely grown out of a foal's jittery, excitable nature, but he didn't want this scavenger to see his legs beginning to fidget and dance. Instead he allowed his tail to flick back and forth, just slightly faster than the rise and fall of his legs. It was not the best outlet for the energy that this strange place seemed to leak into him, but it would have to do.
"So, where are you taking me?" Tobias asked after they had been walking for a few minutes. At the sudden sound of his voice in the silence a few birds took off from their perch on some falling telephone wires. "Do you even know, or are you just hoping to stumble upon something?" He didn't particularly care either way, but he liked to call horses out on their lies. It was fun to see them squirm uncomfortably once they realized they'd been caught. Though, he had a feeling this stallion wouldn't act that way.
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Post by corruptpudding on Feb 1, 2015 14:03:12 GMT -5
Snake ignored his unwelcome companion’s next sarcastic comment, rolling his dandelion yellow eyes. It was an unnatural color for a horse, but then, plenty could be considered ‘unnatural’ within Chevalin. His lack of response was rewarded by a few moments of blissful silence, until of course the little ladybug began flapping his mouth again. Snake had walked the roads and alleys of the crumbling structures since he was quite young as part of his father’s strict training regime. He couldn’t say he knew every twist and turn of the disconsolate place, no one could really, it was too expansive and abnormal. But he had come to recognize and successfully navigate certain areas. One place in particular had captured his attention throughout his wanderings and he found himself returning to it frequently for further inspection. Snake flicked his dark ears irritably, turning his head ever so slightly, just enough so that he could glance the colt mooching along adjacent to him. “I know exactly where I’m going.” His low, even voice held a serrated edge to it, warning the foal against further prodding. He preferred silence to the ridiculous inquiries of a colt, not to say he wasn’t much older.
His posture remained lax and uninterested even as he rounded a corner, his destination looming against the colorless background. It was not as tall as the other structures, but its shape had a certain unfamiliar appeal. It had a slopping roof and large, decoratively shaped windows that took up almost whole walls. It was an ancient building, its sides as whitewashed as the faded sky, or maybe bone. Arches of stone extended across the property, which was another peculiar thing about the place. It had an irregularly large expanse of open land surrounding it, bursting with overgrown, frenzied flora.
Snake stepped carefully across the overgrown lawn, peering through the grasses for the chunks of stone that like smooth, weather worn boulders, intermitted the acreage. Some had crumbled into nothing, just piles of gravelly rock, but others still held their original shape even after so many years. They were rounded and sometimes squared off at the top and appeared to either sit on or run into the ground. Like markers of some kind. He hadn’t a clue what they were for, but the place interested him. He continued his stroll to the hollow remains of the building that stood in the center of it all. No glass, not even fragments, remained in the blown out windows as far as he could see, but it littered the floor in an array of colorful splinters. Multicolored glass? That was also unusual, even for the ruins. The hollow emptiness of the building was somehow disturbing, and Snake had been extremely perturbed the first time he discovered the place, but he had grown accustomed to its creepy, lingering, atmosphere. He hoped the same disturbing affect might overcome the spotted young stallion beside him.
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Post by mariahwhy on Feb 20, 2015 21:44:49 GMT -5
Tobias was bull-headed, but he wasn't an idiot. The tone of Snake's reply was not lost on him. Ordinarily Tobias would push back against an order that, while not spoken, so clearly said, "shut up." But something about the calm way the other stallion had said it made him hold his tongue. He wasn't sure if it was that verbal jests had lost their fun with this horse, or if he was truly beginning to grow curious as to what he would show him. It irked Tobias, but he remained silent.
In opposition to the blanket appaloosa's body, Toby's own spotted hide remained bristled, and it only grew more tense as they turned upon their destination. Toby's red eyes first fell upon the building - or really upon the space he thought the building would take up. His eyes had to travel downward, as the roof line of the surrounding buildings suddenly dropped away to reveal the smaller structure. Squinting interestedly his eyes quickly roved over the architecture. It was different from the others. As ancient as they seemed, this building seemed even older. The hollows along the walls, which he knew from the other ruins must have once held glass, gaped darkly at them in large, rounded shapes. From here he could not see inside the building, and the bright sunlight made them seem even darker against the hauntingly pale color of the building itself. They seemed to stare at him, drawing him in, yet daring him to come closer.
The youngling had been wandering along after Snake, staring blindly at the building, and only moved his eyes to the overgrown lawn when his hoof met grass. Surprised, he took in the overgrowth of foliage, having never seen this much pant life within any city ruins before. He had always felt the old inhabitants of the city had tried to squeeze out all of the outside world that they could, but here they had allowed it. And now it had overtaken them. Had this place truly belonged to the mystical being that once roamed these streets? It was so different than every other part of the city that it couldn't possibly have. An odd, tingling sensation was slowly creeping up his legs, and his hair was beginning to stand on end. A hoof clipped a stone, and he looked down. But, no, it wasn't a stone. It was too symmetrical to have been a natural rock. Looking around he spotted others scattered about. Tobias's steps faltered. While most were weather worn or covered in lichen, a few still held the faintest trace of strange symbols carved expertly along the stone. The snaked through the stone, and he knew that a cut like that could only be made on purpose. But what beast could so precisely write in stone as if through dirt? And the symbols themselves... What it meant he had no clue, but they increased his desire to leave this place.
But he couldn't. He couldn't show this cocky stallion his trepidation. Pretending like he had hesitated only to study one of the markers, he quickly caught up with Snake. "What is this place?" he asked. It came out as a whisper, though he didn't know why he had said it that way. The place just seemed to hold a quietness to it that ought not be disturbed. A crunch under his feet caused him to look down again. The colorful glass sparkled under his feet as he stepped aside, careful not to step on any more. "Why is everything here so different?" So many questions bounced around in his head, but instead he stepped past Snake, walking into the front hall of the building.
Though the building seemed relatively small on the outside, the roof still arched high above his head. Light filtered in through the empty windows, and now, the odd stones behind him, he felt a sense of quiet settling around them.
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Post by corruptpudding on Feb 22, 2015 23:19:26 GMT -5
Snake wasn't positive what the place was, though he had speculated as to it's use countless times. Even after so many years of abandonment, it retained the lingering scent of death, if one knew how to find it. Occasionally, he would even find an old, sun-bleached bone in the courtyard.
One time, in fact, he'd spotted Ba-yagu searching the overgrowth for artifacts of the extinct beasts that had once roamed the land.
"This is the place the creatures from long ago put their deceased." he murmured in response to the youngling. This was his best guess anyway. It seemed strange that anything should choose one spot in particular to place the dead. It was not the way of his kind or that of any other he knew of.
Snake scanned the ground of the building, studying the scattered shards of a fragmented rainbow littering the floor.
"Careful of rats." he said; his quiet, icy tone echoing off the domed ceiling. He said it with the intention of frightening the colt, but he doubted the kid was quite as jumpy as that. He had, after all, wandered into the ruins on his own. There was a certain...determination...about him. Or maybe it was just stupidity. He had yet to decide.
Snake trod slowly past the colt, his hoofsteps resounding, dull and empty as he headed to the back of the structure and through another doorway without checking to see if the youngling was keeping up. This one led to the back courtyard. It had some especially strange stones. Those that looked as though they had been shaped to resemble a figure, though so much was worn and broken it was hard to tell. It was apparent some had been winged like birds and he marveled at how the stone could so closely resemble feathers. It just didn't seem possible. As he circled one of the statues, a dark shape blurred in his peripheral vision and the stallion jerked his head to see what had caused the disturbance. A grass beast crouched in a rustling bramble-berry bush, it's glowing eyes casting an eerie light in the lengthening shadows. Where there was one, there was bound to be more. Just great. If he was lucky, they'd eat the ladybug and save him some trouble. If not...well, they would both die within this courtyard of death.
Seemed fitting.
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Post by mariahwhy on Mar 17, 2015 20:59:18 GMT -5
Toby scoffed at Snake's idea that the creatures who had lived here would bury their dead all in one place, especially this one. And yet he felt that the stallion could be right. The place did have that feel to it that only places of loss and sadness hold. But he wouldn't tell Snake that he agreed.
"Yeah," he laughed over his shoulder. The sound echoed strangely throughout the building, as if the ruins themselves were trying to muffle the sound and scold him for breaking the reverent atmosphere. He regretted the outcurst, and continued talking but in an obviously lowered tone. "I'm not scared of any rats." Again he knew Snake made a good point. There were plenty of stories about what a large group of rats could do to an ambushed horse. But it was one of those things that was hard to believe was more than a foal's tale until you had experienced it. He couldn't imagine little rodents doing that much harm...
Tobias's eyes scanned the high ceiling, allowing Snake to brush past him. After a moment he followed into the courtyard. Stopping, he scanned the statues, a look of disbelief plastered to his face. If the stones out front were strange then he had no words to describe these. Though they were crumbling and old, the youngling could still tell that they were... shaped. Shaped to resemble things. The only whole pieces that made sense though, were the wings, so he guessed they must have been living things - animals. Could they be depictions of the beasts that had once lived here? If they could fly, why did they need such vast dwellings along the ground? And how did these stones come to be this way? Perhaps the old creatures had gifts like some horses did, and that's how they built all of this and the city. He was so absorbed in looking at the closest statue that he had not noticed Snake come to a halt.
It was the air, that seemed to suddenly grow too tense and quiet, that made Tobias look up. His ears flicked around, wondering what the blanket appaloosa was doing that had made him so still. Bringing his head around he saw it - the grass beast that Snake's yellow eyes had landed on. His mind raced, eyes growing wide. Now that he saw it, he could smell it. Normally they would have scented it much earlier, but the musty, decaying scent of the ruins had hidden the grass beast well. Tobias's red eyes darted between Snake and the grass beast. The other stallion was between him and the predator, and perhaps if he could get out of the courtyard first then he could escape safely. He would fight if he had to, but leaving Snake to deal with it would be so much easier. Before he could draw another breath he turned and ran.
His hooves split the silence, clattering along the cracked tile of floor. In a second he had reentered the main chamber of the building, ears turned back to try and hear if the grass beast had pursued him, or if Snake was now dealing with it. But suddenly he pulled up, hooves sliding across the floor as he tried to stop himself. The sun had moved in its journey, and large sections of the chamber were now cast in shadow. Near the door Tobias could see a pair of glowing eyes. And to his right another pair. It was a pack of grass beasts! How could he have been so stupid to think there would be just the one? "Well, shit," he growled, not bothering with keeping his voice low any more.
Standing his ground he stared them down, calling out, "Just so you know there are more in here!" The scavenger might not even be able to hear him; Snake could already be fighting the other grass beast. It looked like running wasn't going to get him anywhere this time. At least he'd have a good fight story to recount to Ghost during their next training session. Because no way was he going to die in this horrid building thanks to that spotted stallion.
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Post by corruptpudding on May 30, 2015 1:31:09 GMT -5
Snake watched the approach of the youngling from the corner of his eye, silently thankful that he'd procured a temporary companion. Now the two of them could fight the grass beast off together, maybe even just intimidating it could work since there was two of them. But no. That idea crumbled to dust and floated away on the breeze with the sound of Ladybug's retreating hoof beats clattering against the stone floors of the ruins. THAT SPOTTED BASTARD. Not that Snake wouldn't have done the same, circumstances permitting. He dared not turn his head to stare after the youngster's retreating spotty behind for fear the beast would seize this moment of inattention to strike. He kept his sickly yellow eyes trained on the predator and his muscles tensed, ready to dodge or strike out if the creature made a move towards him.
"Just so you know there are more in here!" Tobias's voice echoed against the crumbling walls and reverberated into the courtyard. "Well, Shit." muttered Snake, unaware of his mirrored response. They were surrounded! At any rate, at least that youngling wouldn't escape unscathed. Suddenly, the grassbeast before him leapt from the shrubbery and charged Snake, snarling fiercely. Snake leaned to the left and the canine came dangerously close to his flank, missing when Snake slapped him in the face with his unruly mess of a tail. The equine whirled in a circle to face the predator that had landed behind him, legs splayed and ears flat against his skull. He bared his teeth, and whinnied a shrill protest as the animal launched itself at his legs, repeatedly snapping at his cannons before leaping out of kicking range. A roar of rage barreled up from the appaloosa's throat and he timed his movements; as the canine leaped, Snake flailed out with a foreleg and smacked the creature in the jowl. Saliva and a strand of blood sprayed from the beast's slavering maw and spattered against Snake's cheek. He didn't have time to be disgusted as the sound of snarling spilled from the open door of the old ruin. Snake looked to the left and then to the right. Bordering the courtyard he'd entered was a pointed metal fence, easily short enough for him to jump and-
The howls within the building commenced again and tugged at what little conscience had strained to remain within the bachelor hardened stallion through his years. He gritted his teeth and flattened his ears. It would be so easy to just escape on his own....GRRRRRR!!!! Snake half-growled half-dramatically sighed as the fierce predators continued to put up a raucous within the ruin. No way would that youngling survive an entire pack of grassbeast on his own...what was he thinking...the two of them combined couldn't take on an entire pack!
At any rate, this wouldn't be the first time he'd overcome the impossible.
The spotted stallion charged through the entryway and barreled down the length of the structure to survey the situation, he told himself if it looked too impossible, he'd just abandon the kid and call it quits after all. Besides, no one had seen them walk into the city together so they couldn't put the blame on him when they realized the colt had disappeared.
"Well Ladybug," Snake said with a sneer, his voice its ever silky soft tenor. "It looks like you leaped out of the frying pan and into the fire, as they say." he snickered.
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