Cypress had been wander far away from that other foal. He was dappled with deep grey trusting eyes. She hated they way her smirked at her and even looked at her. She just hated it. And she had never really hated things at all before this, except for mushrooms. They had always a stinky smell and horrible looks. Even though she liked healing and medicine... they were just utterly gross. |
[OPEN] In the golden afternoon [Cypress]
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Permission for magic or cruelty directed to Cypress at all times. But not death.
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In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Alysanne - 11-17-2013, 03:17 PM
RE: In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Cypress - 11-18-2013, 05:17 AM
RE: In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Alysanne - 11-24-2013, 11:26 PM
RE: In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Cypress - 11-27-2013, 10:35 AM
RE: In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Alysanne - 12-25-2013, 11:35 PM
RE: In the golden afternoon [Cypress] - by Cypress - 01-11-2014, 11:43 AM
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