Dinghus City is bustling as usual. Surrounding its colorful bazaars, housing, and red light districts stands the Great Big Wall of Dinghus, a mighty portrayal of the majesty of its previous kings. In the depths of the Northern District's sea of merchant stalls, a large jet-black horse with beady green eyes and grey cloth covering it from head to toe slowly trots forward.
The horse carries a large pile of grey and green cloth, its reigns pulled underneath the abomination produced by a true-blue ignorance in the face of this city's colorful fashion sense. The abomination's robes slip ever so slightly from its front, revealing an instant of white bone marred with grey battlescars.
"Fuck! My apples! Fuck you! THIEF!" screams a stallkeeper as he jumps his stand and runs after a small child carrying a small number of bright red apples.
As the stallkeeper in his fat and greasy countenance jiggles onto the roadway, he realizes something. His meaty neck swivels to the side just in time to meet the stiff side of the large and fast-approachign horse, sending him tumbling back into his stall. The racket is largely ignored, as if this was an everyday thing.
Spewing a stream of curses, he rolls his meaty body back up and yells "What's your fucking deal?!" having completely forgotten about the child.
The horse comes to an unnatural sudden stop as the bundle of cloth atop it turns to face the man, the cloth's front slipping enough to reveal a demonically angular skull with jagged and sharp teeth. Its sockets shining with the color of rubies, the demonic thing opens and closes its mouth a few times, but upon seeing the unresponsiveness of the meatball man, shifts its head into a more covert position in the mire of cloth. With a tug of the reigns the horse begins its large strides once more, moving slowly in respect to its size, but quickly past the crowds.
Inside the cloth mountain, the previously hidden skull's sockets shine with the wavering light of ponderance, thinking seriously on what its deal is.
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At the entrance to a dark alleyway a large jet-black horse barely squeezes through the brick archway connecting two buildings and trots into a small dark courtyard walled off at each side by tall buildings with boarded-up windows.
With a muffled jingle, a mass of cloth descends the horse and lands flat in the dirt. With a puff of dust, the cloth is shed, and revealed is the large-boned body and broad ribcage of a skeleton.
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The skeleton slowly turns its neck to an inhuman angle, creating nasty crunching and popping sounds. At the end of the bone-head's swivel, a singular pebble is ejected from the densely packed bones of its upper spine.
"Aaaahhhh, gods will it, I'll never traverse such a jagged mountain valley again," the skeleton grumbles as it turns to face the horse, its ruby-red glowing sockets and angular skull structure striking a demonic image.
Beginning with its eyes, the horse's each orifice begins spewing black smoke, blowing away the cloths covering it, revealing a rapidly expanding figure. The black hairs and mane soon disappear, the flesh taking on the texture of charcoal, but remaining dark still as it rapidly stretches taut over the dark horse's ever-growing frame.
After some time the smoke finally vanishes, revealing the bare charcoal-colored skeleton of the large horse, standing taller and larger than before, taking up a good portion of the small courtyard.
Craning its neck to look at the skeleton, the skeleton horse lets out a breath of black smoke from where its nostrils might've been and makes eye contact with the skeleton, its emerald-green glowing sockets meeting the red in an invisible clash.
"Don't complain, asshat," the horse derisively snorts at the grumbling skeleton.
"I had to walk longer and farther than you, carrying your fat ass over too much to hear your shit."
Somehow showing a shocked expression on its boney face, the skeleton cocks its head back to say with a squeaky tone "You expected me to walk through those flat plains? And who carried you through the jagged rock edges and brought you over ravines because you were too prideful to just float over with magic?"
"Silence, Altruis Nottus." the horse chortles out, "you've not the tier of magic core to be talking to me about pride, a noble steed of the Daedi family. Don't live up to your name so well."
"Y-you!" the big bone boy stutters, regaining clarity with a sudden thought, "I may not be altruistic but at least my name isn't Bonimi Daedi. At least I sound menacing-"
"SILENCE!" the horse neighs loudly as it rears up, spewing black smoke from its mouth and nostrils.
"You may not speak of that shame! I am of the Daedi family, I will not take this! I-I will duel you to the death! I c-cannot withstand this blasphemy! The gods are ashamed! AAAHH!"
"Woah woah, OK, too much, my bad, Bonie" Altruis says as he reaches his bone hand over to the horse's ribs, brushing it lighly against them with clinking sounds.
Calmer now, the skeleton horse snorts and turns its startlingly black bone head away from the skeleton exaggeratedly, drawing a green slash in the air with its piercing emerald eyes, blowing a small amount of black smoke out of its nostrils.
"Hahh, OK Bonie." the skeleton sighs.
"Let's head back into town. We've a mission to do."
Smoke slowly gathers and swirls, dragging the cloths smoothly back over Bonie and Altruis in piles. The faint image of a scheme at work reveals itself as their figures and the fate of this city become unclear in the smoke.