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Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
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10-11-2013, 11:45 PM

She wanders again, a forever roaming ghost, sent to haunt the icy world. She walks with smooth and gentle movements, her muscles rippling under her dark skin. Her pillars are fluent in movement, stretching to full length and thumping to the ground. Her cracked daggers dig into the frosted earth, the frost sticking between the cracks. She felt the moist air in her lungs as she inhales, exhaling slowly. Her white hot breath rolls into the cold air of the Basin, curling over itself before evaporating into the air.

She stumbles and gasps at the face she sees. The face. She saw no equine expressions, it was a face. The face of an ape, or, the cousin of one. And there was no horn from the brow, no crown to mark its place in the land. She walks forward, her mouth hanging open. This was no equine of pure blood. His body ended at the breast, curving into a paler skin tone, the hair fading away. His equine body has ended now, fading into the body of an odd muscled, odd bodied creature. Traveling up his unique body, she lets her emerald eyes take in the odd yet alluring features of his face. His pale blue orbs, floating rafts of blue lost in foamy sea white. She walks closer, staring down at the moving limbs on the creatures limbs, moving and working. Limbs upon limbs they were... how odd.

Mesmerized, she steps forward to the kneeling stud, her brows relaxed. She has closed her gaping maw now, but curiosity was still a burning fire in her emerald eyes. Regaining the strength to speak, the fae opens her maw, her vocals creating a harmonious voice that bounded from her lips. "What are you composed of?" She asks, head tilting to the side. Her words are gentle, directed towards the male creature. He was an oddity, a marvelous miracle of nature. He was wrapped in skin, leather cut into a shape to fit over his odd body. She walked so she stood before the stallion man, looking down. "May I lay?" She looks up at the ape faced stallion. He had such an odd stature, a strange mix of breed, an odd child of nature. She stares into his almond shaped orbs, her emerald eyes still sparking curiosity as she gazed.

"Speech."

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Strong hands, gentle hands - by Kelec - 10-11-2013, 06:53 PM
RE: Strong hands, gentle hands - by Frost Fyre - 10-11-2013, 11:45 PM

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