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12-29-2013, 02:22 PM
satanic silk |
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Silk stood up now, chuckling as the little filly stumbled backward and pushed herself up again. He tucked his wings in against his sides now, keeping them out of the way between him and the little one. She shouted at him, clearly annoyed at being pushed over. She wasn't a complete pushover, he saw, and that was good. He walked around her, sniffing her and nudged her side gently. He had no children, and he wasn't sure he even had a desire for children. He wouldn't mind having some of his spawn running around, but he was not ready to be a loving, caring father. That wasn't his calling. Silk was much more of a self-centered, take-care-of-number-one sort of guy. With a few exceptions.. He thought fondly of Africa, the Oracle of Dragon's Throat. She was something.. different, for him. Silk stopped against toward her front, and snuffled at the rose toward the top of her mane. The scent tickled his nose and he pulled back, snorting to get the pollen from his nostrils. Alright, so who are your parents? You didn't appear out of thin air. He grunted quietly. Part of him wanted to bully her and push her over, but another part of him was genuinely curious about who she was, where she came from, and if she could really take care of herself. It seemed strange she would be alone, a yearling like herself. Not like it was really his problem, but he was bored and Cypress seemed like she could provide some entertainment. |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
