The work of continues, this time with another character that's still a bit obscure, though not as much anymore. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron. I had a thing for equine preds even before MLP, and that's not just me saying it, I did, and this guy was one of them. Don't get him as much, but still enjoy his design.



Spirit's lips were moistened by his tongue and he swept it over them, the long, thick member dripping with saliva, before he opened his mouth wide. In his hand, a simple sandwich, made for a midday snack, if not for a meal, before he went on a run. To him, the action was simple, nothing complex, and no need to overthink it, just enjoy what he'd made with his own two hands, and then leave. To one who might be trapped inside, it was probably not so simple, to watch as that huge horse looked down at them with hungry eyes, the eyes of an unknowing predator. To that one who might be there, the sensation of being raised up would send their stomach into their feet, like a carnival ride. To them, perhaps it would cause their heart to skip a beat, as that muzzle opened wide, a long, dark cavern, leading into the abyss of the equine's throat. If they're there, they might scream out, only to find their voice didn't carry, as the horse moved the sandwich into their jaws, completely, and their tongue tasted at the food, before the whole sandwich was pushed to the back, and dealt with in a single, powerful swallow. This would send the tiny prey down towards the horse's roiling stomach, if they happened to have been unlucky enough to be there.