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12-28-2012, 05:53 PM
| ||Action||Speech|| Abraxas flinched as the laugh escaped the obsidian mare. The noise was foreign to him, not even the youngest of foals had much to laugh about when he was growing up. Sure he had heard maniacal cackles, and they had always frightened him, but they were nothing like this new sound. This laugh was almost like a little song in its own right. It was happy, pleasant, and most of all it wasn't followed by a sharp hoof aimed at him. Something he was incredibly thankful for. Relaxing with a sigh of relief Abraxas cracked an awkward grin in response to the smile, following it up with a forced sheepish laugh; the action itself as strange to him as the sound. A camp, that sounds about right. A camp of death and torture. All fueled by one mare's desires, whatever they may have been in the end; she hadn't really kept him, or anyone else for that matter, privy to them. Free to do as he pleases. The phrase alone was almost too good to be true! It was music to his ears, something he had longed to hear his entire life. The joy they brought was uncontainable. Perking up the colt stood straight, his head held high as he let what she had said sink in. Suddenly Abraxas crow hopped to the side, the stiffness of his muscles forgotten for the time being as he for once in his life got to act like a foal. "Do you really mean that? Free?" He pranced closer to Aisha, his tail flagged, a faint glimmer of the slim Arabian heritage flowing through his veins. |
