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let no man steal your thyme - Aisling - 09-05-2016
@Larue RE: let no man steal your thyme - Mortuus Nox - 09-05-2016 your fears have just become all too real He was deep in his cave wondering through the old herbs that have lived their days out. The beast would bring them from the shadows, and place them into the burning fire in the middle of his cave. Scents swirled and rose through the air of his cave, and they eventually found their way to the mouth of the cave. Once the shadow was done his cracked hooves emerged from the depths of his darkened cave. Stone cold eyes looked to the land around them. It was shifting and changing with the seasons, mud slides were rampaging through the lands. Lowering his demonic skull to the ground he looked to the ground below him. Luckily he was on the side of the mountain that was built with the stone and rock. In the quiet of the day his black body shuttered to the sound of a mare screaming a name into the mountain's of the basin. His Heavy skull turned and his gray eyes narrowed out of curiosity. In the distance he could see a white mare moving through the land. Cracked hooves moved from their spot, and he descended down the sharp rocky path. The malevolent looking beast finally made it to the soft ground below. Muscles moved under his scared pelt, contracting and relaxing with every step. A call came from the mare once again screaming the name of a creature. Cold eyes narrowed upon the girl as he got closer and closer to the white being. Finally the demonic beast stood nest to her. His stature towered over the small girl, and his dark appearance brightened the girls pure white pelt. His eyes settled over the girl for a moment, then a smile fell upon his maw. It was cold, nothing warm like others might give to someone they first met. He tried though, that is all that mattered. Nox tried to feel warm and welcoming, but the cold mountain beast was not very good at it. A deep voice filled the air around them as his pace slowed to mares. "Hello." The words felt like death warmed over, but his eerie manner was trying to be welcoming. New people was just not his thing. Cold eyes looked away from the girl to the path in front of them. "If you are looking for someone I can hep you find them. If you want me too..." The deep voice trailed off offering the girl some help. He knew she might flip shit on the demonic beast, and tell him to go away. It was worth a shot, Nox was not doing anything better right now. For a second the beast wondered how his cold personality and lifeless like body would be accepted by this mare he had never seen before. "Talk." ready to make a deal with the devil? @Aisling RE: let no man steal your thyme - Larue - 09-10-2016 Larue
”Larue!” The lemony-filly winced at the tone of her mother’s voice.“ “Crap,” she muttered under her breath, flaxen tail that was slowly replacing foal-fuzz flicked at her rose hocks. Lemon-freckled face rose from the hole she was widening with her small, candied hooves. Quickly, the mischievous girl swept dried grasses and twigs over her most recent favorite pastime: digging holes to trip unsuspecting unicorns. She knew mother would scold her for this, exasperation and disappointment on her angelic, prim-and-proper features. At the meeting, Rue had thought her mother cool for being appointed head spy. But now.. Now she was back to boring ol’ mom. Always telling her not to do the things the filly found most fun in. Bounding away from the tiny pit she had dug, she headed in the direction of her mother with nothing but pure innocence plastered on her yellow and pink face. It was harder to mask the triumphant and mischievous gleam in her bright teal eyes, however. “Yes, mama?” her sweet, sing-song voice she had inherited from her mother called as she trotted pertly up. Her candied ears were perked, though she slowed as she saw another near her dam. He was a dark beast, with two sweeping horns. Her gaze was assessing—he didn’t look like one who would take kindly to one of her pranks. So she would have to be sure she wasn’t around when he fell into one of her traps—though that took most of the fun out of it. What good were tricks when she wasn’t there to see them work? “Who’re you?” her neck craned up to look at the man who was so much taller than her mother and herself. Though he wasn’t truthfully that tall, they were just that short. Cheekily she waited, bright eyes darting from mom to stranger. Vaguely, she wished her dad wasn’t so sick from Tallsun’s heat. He was far more willing to play her games than mother. @Aisling RE: let no man steal your thyme - Aisling - 09-19-2016
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