Such a gorgeous day laid ahead of the grey speckled stallion, even despite waking up in the late hours of the evening. Grayson's sunsets were the equivalence to other's sunrises. The Kalona halfling thrived happily in the dead of night while most of the world slept to the sound of whimsical cricket symphonies. He had a few hours of light, seeping through cloudless skies left, just the way he preferred it. A time where he could examine and study those day dwellers who tucked themselves away while he frolicked. As the sun began to carry it's flames of daylight over the horizon a pale coated Soquili tread through the sparse trees of the woods edge. Where forest connected to grassy fields. Ghastly eyes exuding a ghostly fog could be made out but their glow would come out more as the sun sank behind the mountains in the distance.
Unfortunately, what began as a typical day in the many that Grayson has experienced thus far would soon evolve into something less than pleasant. The hoofed creature had always been a free spirit, roaming where his curiosity lead him blindly. This evening began as usual but abruptly took a twist as the comfortably paced momentum Grays had built up came to a halt. The base of his spine cracked as he felt a force holding him back. That mindlessly swaying tail that followed behind him seemed to have waggled a bit too enthusiastically this time for it had found itself snagged between the gap of two sturdy branches. His spade preventing him from slipping it loose as easily as it had slipped in. To make matters worse that sudden tug he had given due to his lack of realization had only wedged his limb even more compact between the bark.
"Me thinks I have made a friend," he hissed to himself as he eyed the tree up and down. Now, as most have experienced, the Kalona blooded male wasn't exactly a properly educated individual. He had a unique mind and an even more distinctive mentality when it came to certain situations. He tried pulling his tail, shoving it back the other way, but the grip that the bark had on his now tender tail left him with little options. "Your clingy-ness has proven to be flattering, though me feels declined in being your new ornament. Hm. If you refuse to release suppose me could leave you with my tail. Me sees you have grown quite attached to it. The macabre soul twisted himself around, doing his best to meet mouth to tail as he began to bite and gnaw at his own appendage. Yes it hurt, but the twisted mind of Grayson's ignored all common sense, or what little he had to begin with. The taste of blood did little to put the Soquili off from his self mutilation.
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