Lets Play Ring Around The Rosie

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[OPEN] Lets Play Ring Around The Rosie

Reginald Posts: 165

Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.

#14

01-25-2014, 09:06 PM

speak

The spider is faster than him; it’s to be expected. Nonetheless, Reginald cannot keep the surge of hatred that rises like disgusting bile in his throat, the loathing for the suppleness to her movement, the ease of which she attacks this annoying, ugly-faced fawn who has chosen to intrude on his homeland as well. The yearning to attack in such a fashion sears his stomach, causes an ache in his breast; a groan rumbles in the back of his throat, quiet and persistent and clinging behind his eyes as she veritably chases the ugly-faced one away from his home. He focuses on that beneficial aspect of this entire maddening escapade: she could be useful if she was not so hard-headed.

He sighs; he dismisses the anger, and once again, he looks on the scene with interest. He has stopped approaching the peculiar filly, for she retreats from the bite and stab of the spider. He listens to her vitriol once more, shocked by her words, confused by her hatred. Still he does not understand the concept of racial superiority; he is perfect regardless of his horn, regardless of his blood. The spider is a nuisance with or without the aid of her sword; the dish-faced filly is just ugly. They should be ashamed.

“Follow her,” he says to the spider foaling, and his voice is tired. The sun is gone; its rays are dying fast. He hears the echo of his mother’s neigh, nearer than he realized, and he cannot ignore his mother’s call. It’s time to eat—then he must sleep. “Follow your chew toy, or brave the wolves, I don’t care,” he says, turning his back on the black filly, exhausted with so many different types of foolishness. He pauses; he's surely tired. "Your chou toy." He breathes a laugh; he lets the falling dark swallow him. The game is fun and he won’t forget it. He lets the spider skitter away; he lets her build his web.

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