It's about 1am when you're outside going to wherever you need to go, and Witherwind approaches you from the corner, rearing up in an arched stand. He looks gaunt ; thin and boney with not a lot of fat... View MoreIt's about 1am when you're outside going to wherever you need to go, and Witherwind approaches you from the corner, rearing up in an arched stand. He looks gaunt ; thin and boney with not a lot of fat.
He's brandishing two medium length knives with serrated teeth, one in both hooves, his wings in front of him in a defensive position. The stallion takes a step closer, speaking in a soft voice with a tired gaze.
"Bits. Now."
