Redthorne isn't wizard. (open)

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FLETCHER

Another land, another field, and many, many other faces.

For a while, he had tentatively lingered at the edge of the field where the shadow could conceal his small face and he was likely to go unnoticed. Some came, and others went, and none of those strange faces belonged to either the black mare with the furrowed brow, or the dark stallion that he had spent so much of his youth with.

Something about the strangers intimidated him and made him want to stay in the shadows forever- but there was a sinister rumbling in his gut and his lips felt somewhat parched and dry thanks to his many travels.

After making sure that he had scanned the faces of every single person that stood carefully apart in the field, most others walking and talking quietly as if they were accomplices, and some looking about as lonely and frightened as Fletcher did, he left the shadows.

There was nothing brilliant about him, and perhaps if someone were to glance in his direction they would miss him entirely. He had this particularly fantastic habit of disappearing right under someone’s nose or going completely unnoticed. Such was the skill of a skinny man that was unlikely to ever win a fight in his life.

He had, previously, been someone’s fantastic punching bag, and he had taken the beatings like a pro.

So perhaps he had that going for him, which was nice.

Inching forwards ever so carefully, the skinny stallion found his way to a seemingly secluded part of the field and paused. Sweeping his eyes across the populated expanse he tried to settle his hammering heart for long enough for him to enjoy a meal, though he suspected he was likely to be chased off by anyone of the same gender- since it was likely that he was either trespassing or said stallion just didn’t like the way Fletcher’s face looked. Either way, he somehow managed to still his pattering heart and drop his head to nibble at the grasses.

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So I have a small plot in my head where Darkness Dancer makes this guy scared or angry and perhaps becomes some sort of older mentor. Or maybe Fletcher tells someone else he got bullied and said bigbro/bigsis pulls out the can of pissed off . Darkness has plenty of weakness himself, too, so that's also a possibility.

And nice meme!

Boundaries meant nothing to Imperium; above the law, rules and scents of piss were for Altus and whatever other horses there were to miff over. To Darkness Dancer, all land was the same, accessable land as every other land. Each land just happened to look different.

He grazed impartial to the climate and proximity of others, doing what he wanted, when he wanted, and always alone. The cost of his stubborn pride and disregard of others was his friendless meanderings that he somehow convinced himself had some purpose in life. When he found his nose over a spot he'd already chewed on yesterday, he knew that it wasn't true. He looked up, searching for something to lash out at.

What he found was the herd behind him, and in front, a ways away, a horse that appeared to him a nervous wreck of an outcast. A loner like himself. He approached from behind, his steps casual as he made the four-minute journey into a further secluded area. When he came within communication distance, he realized that this other was male (by a quick glance downwards) and that his skin looked young.

He cleared his throat mentally and prepared his best version of 'why excuse me, young sir, I do hope we can be friends'.

"Wanna buy some candy, kid.", his voice was relaxed, detached, uninterested, and pushy.

He swished his tail upwards like a whip switch, scratching some faint unseen itch. The moment his tail hairs touched the finer skin hairs on his back, his skin jerked violently in displeasure and his right back hoof gave a strong, instantaneous kick into empty air as a knee-jerk reaction. Despite the surly display of antics, Darkness Dancer's gaze and expression remained the same bored, expectant emotion it had worn before, as if he wasn't aware of his own body at all - or didn't care.

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FLETCHER

There was something nervous in the way he nibbled at the grass at the edge of the clearing, away from the others.

No one paid him any attention, and certainly no one needed too. Fletcher was small, insignificant and seemingly underfed and malnourished compared to the other stallions that strut about the place as if they owned it.

When the roan had been attached to the dark stallion that had been his travelling companion and friend, he had left all the heavy work to him. Deakin had been young, strong, and healthy- as well as a little more forward when it came to confronting enemies and strangers alike. Fletcher was withdrawn and perpetually frightened, suffering from the kicks and bites he had received from the older, embittered stallions in the bachelor herd he had once called home.

So, naturally, when he is approached, he is caught off guard and immediately uncomfortable with the situation.

The first thing he noticed was how immensely large the stallion was. With hooves the size of dinner plates, Fletcher could only assume that angering this behemoth would be the end of his meagre, sad little existance. The next thing he noticed was the spiraled horn placed in the centre of the stallion’s forehead. Staring up at the dark mass from his grazing position, Fletcher didn’t really know what to make of the situation.

Aside from the nervous twitching of his skin and the obvious desire to flee into the field and risk the wraths of the herd stallions that were adverse to his presence, the little roan stood completely still, staring up at the beast with his dark eyes.

For a moment, he wonders if he can stay still and go unnoticed, but just as Fletcher’s thoughts turn in that direction, the stranger speaks. Naturally, little Fletcher doesn’t understand what the stallion is saying and lifts his head, feeling the obvious trembling of his muscles under his skin as he tries to figure out an appropriate plan of action. He doesn’t respond, quiet thing that he’s always been, and instead stares wide-eyed at the stallion fully expecting to be devoured whole.

_{lol, we can definitely figure something out- i'm down to get fletch involved in something. he's not that talkative so i don't really see him tattling on someone, but he could latch on to darkness dancer as a sort of leader/protector if he tolerates fletch's presence and doesn't try to eat him (since fletch things that darkness dancer is some sort of t-rex atm lol)}