The pair were only mildly disappointed that the foal didn't piss himself and scramble to his feet, terrified by Merikh's scream and the snake on his shoulder. Merikh growled a warning as the foal snapped at him and demanded an apology. "I think I'm capable of ending your very short life." Histe answered, her tone oddly calm considering the manner the foal had spoken to her and Merikh. His gaze snapped back to her and Histe smiled maliciously at the young foal. "I think I'm the one that could make a very quick meal of you." She began to circle slowly around the foal, her pale eyes roving over every inch of his small body. "Tender." "Very tender." The brindle mare agreed with her companion. |
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Seasons Come and Sanity Goes. - by Feritas - 10-17-2013, 11:57 AM
RE: Seasons Come and Sanity Goes. - by Histe - 10-17-2013, 10:45 PM
RE: Seasons Come and Sanity Goes. - by Feritas - 10-17-2013, 11:38 PM
RE: Seasons Come and Sanity Goes. - by Histe - 10-18-2013, 12:03 AM
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