The horse outside is as large as a Clydesdale without the fluff or broadness. It's a lean, black, and powerful gelding with scarlet eyes and a pair of organic horns. The neck, body, and legs are metal plates and joints, and the face is a conglomerate of flesh and steel carapace. It's saddled respectability, but it truly looks like something a demon would probably be riding.
(Maybe that isn't so far-fetched considering.)
D turns his head to attentively watch Gray by the window as the horse looks up at the peculiar sound of a voice is somehow understands. One hoof digs at the ground, careful of the chickens sitting, of course. There are enough horse innards left to give way to a personality. A strong, honorable voice reaches back out to Gray.
Erebus, it says, because of course it does. Of course.]
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The horse outside is as large as a Clydesdale without the fluff or broadness. It's a lean, black, and powerful gelding with scarlet eyes and a pair of organic horns. The neck, body, and legs are metal plates and joints, and the face is a conglomerate of flesh and steel carapace. It's saddled respectability, but it truly looks like something a demon would probably be riding.
(Maybe that isn't so far-fetched considering.)
D turns his head to attentively watch Gray by the window as the horse looks up at the peculiar sound of a voice is somehow understands. One hoof digs at the ground, careful of the chickens sitting, of course. There are enough horse innards left to give way to a personality. A strong, honorable voice reaches back out to Gray.
Erebus, it says, because of course it does. Of course.]