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01-20-2014, 07:24 PM
The evening is cool and quiet, and the little slave girls walks on. She isn't entirely sure where she is going, but Mistress had been very clear about her current role. She is afraid, because she is no social butterfly and she does not think that she has the skills to accomplish that which her Mistress has sent her to do. But she is determined to try. After all, how else is she supposed to repay her guardian angel than to be the perfect servant? And Zuriel is, no doubt, her guardian angel. Everything about her exudes perfection and protection. Even though her departure had filled the little slave girl with anxiety, the buckskin had turned and begun to trek towards her next destination, just as she had been told. The golden bangle taps against her foreleg with every step; her eyes are trained carefully on the ground before her. Auds are flicked back, though they twitch to the side every now and again, as though to insist to any that find her that she is, in fact, relaxed, though that could not be further from the truth. Her hooves hit the ground one at a time, the soft clip-clop of her hooves deadened by the grass. She is alone, and it is terrifying, but at least this time it is for a good cause and not because her master had either died or gotten sick of her. Or at least she hopes that is not the case. Clip, clop, clip, clop. One foot in front of the other. Sooner or later, she had to come across civilization again. Right? "Talking" @[Ktulu] Kaiylia |
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Table by Sevin
Table by Sevin
