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The area (Xira)

Xira Posts: 67
Up For Adoption atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 hh :: 7 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Kye :: Red-Footed Falcon :: Read Adoptable
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08-15-2012, 01:47 AM


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Beneath her the filly groaned and shifted as her eyes fluttered open, and Xira became aware of the fact that she had truly struck fear into the filly's heart. She took her hoof off of the child's side and planted it firmly in the sand before her before huffing with a disappointed sigh and letting the scene unfold before her. Kye, forced off of her perch, had landed instead in the crook of her master's wings and curled to rest between the weathers contentedly. The day had been long and Kye had little interest in foolish fillies.

Sleep, Xira heard the little falcon murmur sleepily into her thoughts. Likely she'd be awake again soon, but for now she'd poked and prodded the child and thus deemed her boring- an exhausted form of entertainment that she could not eat, and was thus useless. Sleep would be the only thing to stave off the inevitable boredom, and Xira was more than happy to be free of her companion's chittering for a moment.

She turned her attention back down to the filly, who had somehow begun to cry, and whose tears were hitting the sand in soft, pathetic streams. With a soft nicker of displeasure, Xira found herself curling her lip and tossing her head with distaste. Why was the foal so silent, so pathetic? She'd been found and perhaps even saved, now was the time to thank her for the deed and then move along and out of Xira's life.

She didn't want anyone in her life. It was scary enough that she was perhaps making a friend in Andash, though she was at least satisfied that it was nothing more- she did not need a filly trailing after her like a child. Kye already filled that role, and besides, she hated fillies. Hated fillies. They were always foolish and innocent when they needed to be strong; unable to stand up for themselves simply because they're mothers had spent more time loving them and sheltering them than teaching them.

"Get up, stop crying, and tell me your name," the chestnut roan commanded roughly and with impatience lacing her words. No, she had no fondness for fillies.


NOTHING I CAN SAY WILL PURIFY MY FOOLISH TONGUE.</style>

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The area (Xira) - by Mystique - 08-07-2012, 09:22 AM
RE: The area (Xira) - by Xira - 08-07-2012, 10:05 AM
RE: The area (Xira) - by Mystique - 08-07-2012, 11:20 AM
RE: The area (Xira) - by Xira - 08-15-2012, 01:47 AM

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