idk, have fun with him c:

[fearling]

[ Don't mind Onyx, he's over here wondering what grass tastes like. Gross, as it turns out, so why the hell do other horses like to eat it? Although it's probably not a great idea for him to chow down on anything since it falls straight out of his sandy ribs, but who cares. Blech. Maybe if his Master was here he could have pointed that out, but everyone knows Pitch is kind of a wuss since the Guardians kicked his butt. Kind of misses him, though. Even Fearlings have enough sense of self to get attached, it seems.

Anyway, this grass is yucky as balls. Lesson learned!

This Nightmare is trotting around and minding his own business, but don't touch him; you'll get incredibly frightened for no real reason if you do ... maybe even a week's worth of bad dreams. ]

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[kingofnightmares]

[And from the nearby shadows, a familiar face peers from out of them, regarding the Nightmare carefully. It wasn't fun to have them all turn on him like that. So he's a little wary, and he keeps his distance.]

Being an actual horse isn't quite your style, my friend.

[fearling]

[ DADDY!!! No, wait. Snorting defensively, he lowers his head and tamps the ground with a hoof to see if he can sense any fear. ]

[kingofnightmares]

[He steps out of the shadows, hands raised and his body relaxed. No fear at all emitted off the spirit this time around.]

[fearling]

[ Blinking widely, Onyx cocks his head and ambles forward with his nostrils still blown wide. In case.

You're not afraid. ]

[kingofnightmares]

No. Not here at least.

[This land of limbo was actually much more relaxing than his current situation in game. But he won't bother telling Onyx that.]

[fearling]

[ It's all the same to him, as long as he isn't trying to be led by a Master who buckles in terror.

That's ... good.

Lowering his head enough to tentatively butt an arm, he snorts and relaxes by extension of Pitch's calm. ]

[kingofnightmares]

[A small smile tugs at his lips and he carefully rests his fingertips along his long elegant snout, stroking it softly.]

I hope you have been well, as of late? Or have you been busy with trying to adopt the lifestyle of horses?

[fearling]

[ I didn't want to join the others. Onyx, by Fearling standards, enjoys keeping his own personality quite separate. It may come as a result from having a name and a distinct understanding that he is Him and Not All. Your fear isn't palatable to me.

So he cut loose, what a sassy guy. ]