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12-15-2013, 12:20 PM
Dip wad. Instantly you scowl, ears dropping back, muzzle wrinkling in distaste, eyes narrowing. Already? You just met her and she's already going to harass you? You take in a deep breath, ready to bellow at her, call her a moron, rear up and slam your hooves into her side- anything. But then she sighs and you manage to bite your tongue and raise your ears before you scare the girl off. Good thing, too. If you're going to be here in the threshold it's kind of pointless to scare everyone off before you can recruit them. Doesn't really work with your plan either. Instead you grunt as she apologizes, trying your best to remain calm outside even though your inside is still a chaotic mess of desires.
So what brings you out here? Well, isn't that a question for the ages. You sway unsteadily, looking down at her, drool beginning to fall from your lips as you stand there too long without talking. And then you laugh, because something's funny and you're not really sure what it is. “I don't know,” you decide on finally, widening your stance to help keep yourself upright and not laying on the ground like an idiot. It's about this time that the other stallion shows up and... Well, to say the least, you lose your shit. His voice surprises you, having not heard him approach over the rain, and you whinny loudly as you toss your head, panicking for no other reason that you're high. Unfortunately, stupid you, tossing your head around like an idiot makes you lose your balance. And with nothing there to catch you, you end up in a heap on the ground, looking up with ears drawn back and a scowl on your face. Go ahead, say something. You dare them. Instead, you try to find some composure and speak up again. “I know somewhere we can go. There's food and water and a doctor to fix you if you need it.” You're not exactly sure if she's fit for your group yet, but you can find out on the way. Better to take her now and ask questions later, in case the other stallion has different ideas. Finished speaking, you gather your limbs beneath you and heave yourself back to an unsteady standing position, glaring at Arrane as though to punish him for making you fall. Because it was totally his fault.  |
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