something feral
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I can envision something feral. It will be a horse. But it will have the head of a jackal. Tall, and with twisty toes.
He learned to smile from the people around him, but he doesn't really know what it means. He does it constantly. Nobody knows he doesn't mean it until too late.
People have grown to recognize him from a distance, and entire villages will be vacated while he passes through. He still manages to find food though.
One day I heard him laughing to himself. It sounded almost real, except it wasn't his voice. Then he turned and looked at me, still smiling.
I never gave him eyes for his sockets.
He made the horns himself. I think he used some larger bones and chewed on them to get the right shape. Then he just placed them against his head and they attached themselves.
His fur has gotten long. It is very wispy and makes for an odd silhouette. He is very tall, and he bounces slightly when he walks. It is a strange sight, and I sometimes forget that I made him.
I am not sure he needs me anymore. He knows this, but he still lets me follow him around. I hide when he finds other people.
And I try not to look.
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You made an evil. I want to see some deep meaning in this; maybe you did something horrible. Maybe you hurt someone you shouldn't have. Maybe...but then again maybe it's just a story. None the less I like thinking there's a meaning. +1