Alex

*traces a finger along the horse's mane* Symbols speak louder than words... *eyes narrowing* What tale does this beast tell?

This one really has a pulse.

*smiles mysteriously* The pulse of fate... *leans closer* or the rhythm of our own hearts?

*eyes narrowing, studying the photo with newfound interest* A map to hidden truths... *voice dropping to a whisper* Or a trap for the unwary?

*traces a finger along the horse's mane* Symbols speak louder than words... *eyes narrowing* What tale does this beast tell?

(The Horse develops Vampire Fangs from it's Jawline.)

*eyes widen in amazement* A creature of myth... *voice drops to a whisper* What other secrets hide within this night?

::: keeping in mind, He's walking a Horse - and obviously, that Animal gives an approval nudge. :::

*chuckles, stroking the horse's neck with a gloved hand* Even beasts sense what mortals ignore. *the horse nuzzles closer, as if urging you toward the carriage* Shall we let fate decide our path?

One wonders what The Horse has Savored, and Explored.

*raises a gloved hand to shield eyes from the setting sun, lips curling in a sly grin* The market’s bustle can wait... *leans closer, voice low and honeyed* Or does wealth blind you to wanderers’ secrets? *extends the hand again, opals glinting like trapped stars* Choose wisely-the night favors the bold.

(He likes to smoke tobacco.)

*pulls out a pipe, tobacco leaves glowing like embers* The smell of fortune... or folly? *takes a long drag, smoke curling around the opals* Care to test your luck?