Son of Fire

I am the fastest horse alive and I am not afraid to trample you into dust if you forget it! Mother said I was allowed to do that to anyone who doubted me. After all, I am his son and it would be weird if I didn't let everyone know that! ((independent Sleipnir blog, please read rules page before interacting. Faceclaim: Jared Leto))

[eightlegsfire]

"No, they are not the same! Donkey can’t even be called horses, ponies are too tiny to be any challenge. Horses are much better, and I am the best of them!" He grinned triumphantly, remembering past racing with the horses on Asgard, all of which he won. "Mother brought me here on another visit. I want to explore the whole realm!"

[littlestcenturion-deactivated20]

"Donkeys can breed with both" a slight tease to his voice as he wiggles his eyebrow’s towards the other he know’s he’s probably winding up the other but no matter that’s what he’s good at. "I did notice you have eight legs when you were helping your Mother and I, how is it you have eight legs?" chuckling softly honestly he liked this man’s childlike nature and maybe that’s the horse side of him coming out. "I hope you enjoy this realm, I would like to see yours one day if that’s possible".

[eightlegsfire]

"Donkeys are weird," he muttered, wrinkling his nose. He blinked, looking down at the two human legs he now sported. He shrugged. "Don't know. Mother said that it was probably some sort of side-effect of the fact that he had been shapeshifted at the time." He shrugged, then nodded excitedly. "Midgard is very interesting! And I get to be someone else, and actually be able to talk to people here! Asgard is ... golden, but it's boring. I never get to go anywhere there."

[angsty-askboxmemes]

You find my character with their lips having been literally SEWN TOGETHER in a clearly amateur way! What does your character do?

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[inboxideas]

My character keeps finding post-it notes all around by a secret admirer. Go on anon and tell me what they say.

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[eightlegsfire]

He huffed, stomping his feet, as was habit, seeming reminiscent of his horse form. “My name is Sleipnir! I am a full grown horse, not a foal or a pony!”

[littlestcenturion-deactivated20]

Watching the other huff almost child like is rather amusing but the stamping of the feet?. He needs to learn to act a little but more human while in this form it seemed but honestly that was damn ‘adorable’. “Pony, horse, donkey” he waves a hand “All the same right?” he smirks “So Sleipnir what brings you to Midgard this fine day?”.

[eightlegsfire]

"No, they are not the same! Donkey can't even be called horses, ponies are too tiny to be any challenge. Horses are much better, and I am the best of them!" He grinned triumphantly, remembering past racing with the horses on Asgard, all of which he won. "Mother brought me here on another visit. I want to explore the whole realm!"

[eightlegsfire]

littlestcenturion challenged you to a race

"Hey! You’re that mortal helped mother with the Dark Elves in Midgard!"

[littlestcenturion-deactivated20]

Blinking he finds himself making his usual Kermit the frog type face, how did this person know that unless of course—-“Pony?” he begins with slight hesitation, no he can’t be. Could he?.

[eightlegsfire]

He huffed, stomping his feet, as was habit, seeming reminiscent of his horse form. "My name is Sleipnir! I am a full groan horse, not a foal or a pony!"

[eightlegsfire]

Midgard was so different from Asgard. So much louder, and everything seemed ... bigger some how. Or at least, the buildings were just much different. Not so golden and much taller. Really, the people were not nearly as big as many of the men on Asgard. 

Sleipnir couldn't help but look around with wide eyes. It was so fascinating! He bounced a little bit on his human feet. He just had to start exploring!

[eightlegsfire]

"HA! Yes! I can still do that!"

[eightlegsfire]

littlestcenturion challenged you to a race

"Hey! You're that mortal helped mother with the Dark Elves in Midgard!"

[asatru-ingwaz]

Long ago the god Loki, in the form of a white mare and impregnated by the horse Svadilfari, gave birth to Sleipnir the eight-legged. When Loki reverted to his natural form he gave Sleipnir to the god Odin, announcing that the steed could carry his rider swifter than any horse, by land, sea or air and had the power to enter the land of the dead and return.

[yngvi-viking]