Europa's ear flicked back, the only tell on her otherwise neutral expression. She was very suspicious of this stallion's manners; acting all sophisticated and polite. Was it an act? Certainly he was used to other Soquili being a bit skittish around him? His eyes looked pale and dead, and his front hoof looked skeletonized; not unlike some of the Soquili in her old herd. Tisiphone, for one, had skeleton feet and wings, though, all things considered, she was perhaps one of the more level-headed of her old motley crew.
His thick tail and vague bone-like markings on his fur gave him a kind of otherworldly visage; obtusely reptilian or draconic, with a touch of swamp-like decay.
"My name is Europa," she said when asked, her posture relaxing finally. It was her gut instinct to quickly say no to the offer for companionship, but as she opened her mouth to decline, she realized she didn't really
want him to leave. Despite everything; she had used to be
belong to something, and the fact that she had been wandering alone for so many weeks was really beginning to wear on her.
She realized there was little to lose. She had been dealing with psychopaths her whole life; and if he turned out to be more sane than he looked then she would be nothing other than pleasantly surprised. "Sure," she finally said, a smile finally hinted on her lips.
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