To the Throne {Llama}

[愛 S I D D E H 愛]

Sooty legs carried a lumbering beast over the coated forest floor. The night was still now, as night travel was usually his favored time to do so. Vapor grey eyes scanned each tree, contemplating whether or not the larger ones could shift their bodies as were rumored to do so. The brute gave a cryptic smile, he who was destined for greatness as one of the dead was contemplating the life of a mere plant. Death was by far the one thing that had allowed for his life to become interesting. The masked hessian stopped his movements, holding his in his breath to search for misplaced sounds. Much like himself though, he did not catch the sounds of footsteps. Alas Shi was not lonely on this night, despite his brother in the sky hiding behind a blanket of clouds, and the canopy of tree branches over head. His teeth went to work at his lips. Anxiety seemed to plague him more frequently in this foreign land. His lips twitched very carefully, causing himself to look down. There upon his leg was a small cut. There it was. That stench. The black oozing goo from his dead body. A bubble of hysteric, nervous laughter broke the silence of the night in the forest. Shi was on the verge of a complete psychotic episode, though he more saw this as an embarrassing situation for him. Much like when a foal fumbles whilst in game with others. Shi bolted, unable to feel any pain from the ghastly wound. The stench would not leave his nares as he wildly ran through the dark. As if he were being hunted by some sort of predator. "Infernal deity, such hatred of you have I for this curse!" Shi yelled out as he barreled through the forest.