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[PRIVATE] wearing pastel doesn't make you a trend setter

Hotaru the Valkyrie Posts: 295

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Alice :: Royal Hellhound :: Acid Brit

07-30-2014, 12:05 AM

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Playing with fire was her favorite pastime, a wicked grin sliding nearly salaciously upon pale rose lips. His confusion was evident, a primordial war between reaction and mental complacency. She has won this little game, even if momentarily, but she is careful to conceal such emotions from the slobbering addict. No matter how ridiculous he may seem, an addict was just as surely dangerous as any other when driven into madness. Though he was surely toeing the line. And though they stand clasped in confusion and awkward silence for a few moments it was worth the words he spoke in quietude between the air they shared. Words that had airs of Kings and Queens, successions and uprisings, and desire twinkled in her eyes at the mere mentioning. Young she may be, but all true rulers found their place in time, and she was a sneak before any warrior, it ran in her blood after all. If her fool of a mother could claim the crown, why could she not as well?

Like a panther she begins to circle him gracefully, eyeing him in a far different light than previously. He is not just an entertaining addict any longer, but someone who offers great promise and a potential ally hiding beneath his shattered sobriety. Her hips sway and luminous tail glides to curl round her ankles, every bit as elegant and persuasive as her dam, using it to her ability for the first time. After all, she has to convince him as well that she is worth the time and effort of this uprising. Queen...such a fanciful title. Would she be a good one? Aye, she knew she would be given time and experience. After all though no tyrant, for she would love her people, she would also defend them to the end. Her desires for power would lead to such steps, of course, if she pursued them as rigorously as she did everything else.

Pinkened brow arched elegantly and she moved to face him once more. "Such tempting of an offer you propose. And tell me, how do you suppose we install this new Queen they are clearly in such need of?" Her eyes glimmer with mischief, smirk secretive and prepared for all that Oxy may propose. Though she is careful to discover what his plans are, not desiring to be led into a ruse of treachery and then imprisoned. Oh no, she was not so foolish as to be shackled in such a way.