Meemya just stared, shocked. His coat is a very dark blue, almost black, his light brown mane and tail wild and unkempt. His eyes are a bright sort of dirty yellow, with a small bright lime green line near the bottom outward of the irises. But strangely, his entire body,...
Meemya gulped, and crouched down, backing away a little.
“Wh-Wh-What are you, exactly..?” Meemya mews, trying to not curl up in a ball and shiver like a frightened little foal.