mylittlejamjar | 1st Candlebraum [Visual]

[There's a very somber, very sour looking foal looking into the scroll, laying flat on the ground and just glowering at the scroll like it bit him. His light blue coat somehow seems jarring against the green of the grass he's laying on, and the blonde mane doesnt help. He looks very much like any pouty little boy, but there's almost something off. As if the wounded dignity he seems to have would never be worn by anyway boy. The mismatched red and blue eyes don't help either.

It's clear wherever he is from the scroll, it isn't Ponyville. The grass is too thick. The trees, to dense.]

I suppose there could be worse things to wake up as, or places, though I am havin a hard time discerning what they would be at the moment.

[The child's voice is bitter, suitably young but with a tone underneath it unbefittin a child. He turns his head away from the camera, one of his hooves scraping and dragging at something to the side of him. Something that's flat on the ground and has weird, scaly chicken feet.]

Being stolen away from home is scary, isn't it? Do you wonder if we can go back home? Do you wonder how we might appear once we go back? The world, the universe, both are frightening places. It makes you wonder: how long has something like this perhaps happened in other, perhaps darker, corners of the Earth?

You'll have to forgive me. My mind tends to wander, and I'll admit I find the town very boring.

This forest, however, is quite agreeable.

[The foil finally drags what he was poking with his hoof at in front of him. The thing he brings out is ugly as hell. It looks like a large, winged lizard about the size of a chicken, which is fitting considering it has the head of one. The cockatrice is lying flat. Still, face down to the ground, not making a move or sound. Not even, it appears, breathing.

The foal studies it, not with the wide-eyed curiousity common in boys, but genuine scrutiny.]

The wildlife is amusing, too.

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A pity, really. I do hope there even is a bar here.

Are they? I suppose I should take it up with the management then.

Form has never had any real meaning to me. Not here, not there. I might be any shape, and I will still be me.

Here's hoping. At least then I could vouch for a shrinking spell to sneak a few drinks.

Either way, I guess that one works out for you. Puts less attention on you than being one of them, the way I see it.

Still, at least a dragon would be more your thing.

You would think, wouldn't you?

[And he just smiles a small, knowing smile.]

I must admit I think a dragon suits you well, hunter. You've always been larger than life in your own way.

It's a lifestyle choice. Figured I might as well enjoy what I do, right? Guess I can't be too subtle about it anymore.

(As if Dante has ever been one for subtlety.)

Not that there's gonna be much chance to do it; turns out there aren't too many demons in a world full of horses.

You, myself, and one other.

That is all I know of, so far.

But who knows. Others might grace this world along with us if whatever is pulling us in continues.

Wouldn't be surprised; the way I see it, you can't be too surprised with what might end up here.

(After all, Dante wasn't really expecting to bump into Lucifer again.)

The only surprises will be what happens from here on out.