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10-22-2013, 09:39 PM
 the lines keep getting thinner</style> The Constrictor had never been a fan of apples, but the scent that hung on the air was a tempting one and she found her usual self discipline lacking for one reason or another. Gradually the dark mare drifted closer and closer to an old apple tree that she could see was dead. Fruit littered the ground around its trunk and some still clung hopelessly to branches that could no longer deliver nutrients to the fruits. Her soft, black velvet muzzle brushed over several of the apples that lay in the grass. She breathed in their scent, ever more tantalizing to her, teasing her until she finally took a bite. Ktulu was not sure if she liked the taste of the spoiled fruit or if she found it displeasing. In her uncertainty she ate another. And another. And yet another, followed by several more. In the end Ktulu lost count of how many of the spoiled apples she had eaten. She could hear Eytan's voice in her head telling her to stop eating, to drink some water, lay down and rest and some other stuff, but he was growing more and more muffled. It was almost as if someone had taken and shoved cotton in her ears. The only thing she could she could hear was the squish of the apples and the crunch of the apple seeds on her teeth. It was almost pleasant. Her head shot up, crimson eyes wide when she stumbled and nearly fell to her knees in the grass. Ktulu looked from right to left to verify that there was no one around, but she was wrong. She blinked her eyes, narrowing them into slits as she looked at the body of another horse. Without thinking she began walking toward it, ignoring the slight sway in her step. "You!" She barked out then paused to clear her throat. "Go away! These are... are mine!" She stopped and stamped a hoof into the dirt, her dark ears disappearing into the white avalanche of her mane that hung over her face and neck. Oh, did she look frightening. @[Circe] |
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