Mar 01 2018, 12:58 AM
The thin black horse was picking his way carefully along the tunnel. This place was not meant for horses; it was blocks of sheer ice, thick snow, and at an angle that made it very hard to walk. He was moving very, very slowly, pausing often, sniffing over the ice.
His intention was to head up, far, to the distant warmth he could sense quite a ways away. He wasn't sure what was up there--he had never heard of Fornax--but his intention was to spread death everywhere that he could.
The pale, thick-furred rat that scrambled past him, squeaking, chose a poor time for it. He slammed a hoof down, trying to pin it by the tail, but it raced past and beneath an overhanging ledge of ice. Khloros, more like a predator than prey, gave chase--a few swift, echoing hoofbeats cracked through the air, and then he was sniffing, snorting and pawing beneath it.
His diseased coat dripped with pus, the open wounds seemingly not harming him but rather a natural part of his strange anatomy. His ghostlight eyes lent an eerie glow to the darkness beneath the ice ledge--where the rat squeaked in fear, cowering away.
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
((ooc - ramifications... get it? 'cause ram? hahaaa... @Aries ))