01-24-2012, 02:10 PM
Sebastian glared.
The horse glared back.
At least, he assumed it did.
Sebastian had been travelling back to Casa di Cavalieri, minding his own business when the blotchy horse had attacked him. It was terrorising him, so much so that if it didn't smell of Casa di Cavalieri he would have shot it full of arrows by then. Every time he moved, the insane beast would gallop at him or dart in front of him or just terrify him in some way. He hated horses. Hated their long faces, their stupid manes, their pointless tails, their giant size. So much hatred.
But this horse had earned a special level of loathing from the russet Italian. His eyes were narrowed, his teeth showing in a snarl. The horse paced placidly around him in a circle, daring him to make a move. Sebastian's stiletto dagger was clenched hard in his fist. It wouldn't help much if the monster charged, but it was better than nothing.
Around and around the horse walked, its evil eyes full of cruel malice and hate. It let out the occasional whinny, prompting the artist to suddenly jump and almost drop his knife. The horse suddenly started trotting towards him, making the artist freeze before he quickly backed up, not taking his eyes off the demonic equine.
"Back off!" he shouted bravely, his voice cracking with fear. The horse took this as a sign to return to its shark-like circling, waiting for the opportunity to strike and trample Sebastian to death. Or maybe not.
The horse glared back.
At least, he assumed it did.
Sebastian had been travelling back to Casa di Cavalieri, minding his own business when the blotchy horse had attacked him. It was terrorising him, so much so that if it didn't smell of Casa di Cavalieri he would have shot it full of arrows by then. Every time he moved, the insane beast would gallop at him or dart in front of him or just terrify him in some way. He hated horses. Hated their long faces, their stupid manes, their pointless tails, their giant size. So much hatred.
But this horse had earned a special level of loathing from the russet Italian. His eyes were narrowed, his teeth showing in a snarl. The horse paced placidly around him in a circle, daring him to make a move. Sebastian's stiletto dagger was clenched hard in his fist. It wouldn't help much if the monster charged, but it was better than nothing.
Around and around the horse walked, its evil eyes full of cruel malice and hate. It let out the occasional whinny, prompting the artist to suddenly jump and almost drop his knife. The horse suddenly started trotting towards him, making the artist freeze before he quickly backed up, not taking his eyes off the demonic equine.
"Back off!" he shouted bravely, his voice cracking with fear. The horse took this as a sign to return to its shark-like circling, waiting for the opportunity to strike and trample Sebastian to death. Or maybe not.