Debauched canary, pious wolf

the Rift

[OPEN] Debauched canary, pious wolf

Arah Posts: 343

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie

#13

12-14-2013, 08:20 AM

A R A H

I never live in the past like the forsaken.

The Lord inspected the fallen form and she waited. Patiently, silently and obediently, after all, Arah did not lead here. She had publicly chosen Deimos as her leader and of course she would stick to her word...but as the old saying went, actions speak louder than words. It was not long before Deimos made up his mind, her golden eyes rested on him. The tail, of course she would have the lovely honour of the black stallion's ass in her face. Smirking at the thought, the ever dutiful mare moved to the rear of the collapsed annoyance. Watching Deimos in front of her lead by example, she hastened to follow, gathering the stallion's tail up into her mouth. She wasn't partially tender, holding him by the base of the tail, where his bones sat underneath.

Making sure that she had a firm grasp of the intruder, then they began to move. Deimos tugged and she pushed, shoved, attempted to propel the stag forward while mentally cursing the extra fat that may have gathered on the stallion's body. Still, the mare did not complain to the Leader, she would not be weak in front of the Lords' eyes. Instead she maintained a steady and complimentarily string of curses. Stupid ass in face...should have just listened to mind control....ass in face...bloody asshat of an intruder.

Pushing until they reached a good distance from the border, the Ivroy doe spat the broken strands of hair out of her mouth. They fluttered back down to their owner, her anger shone brightly in her golden eyes. "What a pain in our asses." Apparently it was a day full of asses. Arah knew that Deimos was not one to make cheerful conversations and the mere thought that he might banter with her nearly caused a wave of hysterics. Still gazing down at the form of the intruder, the ivory mare considered removing key bits of this memory. That would surely create some entertainment, but it would also be cruel and Arah was not so barbaric.

Turning a back to the collapsed form, Arah glanced to Deimos. "Will you accompany me back to The Basin? Or do you have pressing matters to attend to?" OF COURSE he has pressing matters to attend to you idiot...he's the freaking lord of The Basin. Gods...you're so stupid sometimes. A chilly breeze blew past, it whipped her light mare around her ankles. Embarrased by her rather stupid question, The ivory mare avoided any potential eye contact with The Lord of The Basin.

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