Dallous looked up at the partially cloudy sky, and began to count how many shapes he could make in the clouds. His coat was white, gray and blue and short and tidy were his mane and tail, and his eyes a glistening teal. A few noises of confusion egged him from his daydreaming, and he looked over to the source, where [no name yet] was walking.

*she was smiling and looked like candy and gummy worm guts hanging out of her body and a normal pony would be already dead*

Dallous blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. He had heard of strange mutations occurring for no reason because of the Greenpoint’s Tower radioactivity, but this took the cake. A very sweet sugary cake. Feeling obliged to prevent a massive panic should anyone else see the mare and blame the Greenpoint Tower, (and assume they could be next to turn into candy) Dallous quickly trot over. “Um, hello miss?” He asked once he was within a few meters.

hu? o hello *her mouth still staying werd as her skin looks like whipcream and her tail and mane look like sour mats*

Dallous’s mouth watered instinctively, but he managed to resist pouring. “I couldn’t help but notice, but you seem to be edible. Is that normal for you?” he asked delicately, not wanting to offend her.

yes i am half eaten alredy oke 25 eaten of cut or just biten

Dallous nodded, then said, “Then it’s probably not safe out in the open.”

*srugs* i dont realy care if i get eaten it even ticles feeling my part burn away in there acid