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08-15-2012, 05:52 PM
"Hello? HELLO? Anybody alive in here. I thought unicorns were supposed to live here," Tillas, or Tilly as she preferred, stomped one silver cloven hoof. The beauty rolled her sparkling blue eyes, sniffing loudly. "Humph. Better service could definitely work here." Tilly was more than a bit of snob, being worshiped at her old home and used to a life of luxury. She liked everything to be handed to her on a silver platter, but didn't mind doing some dirty work. Her silver tongue usually came in handy for this. Tilly sighed, rolling her eyes again. After listening to too many conversations to count from, ugh, horses she had heard a few snippets about unicorns. And how they lived on this foggy clifftop. Couldn't they have chosen something a little better, honestly? Tilly eyed the wide open spaces around her again. Nothing. If somebody could come get here, she could explain she wanted to join the herd. She was also interested to see if they had anything against horses. Wouldn't it be lovely to watch them scream as they died? And she could gore them with her silver horn. That would be amazing.
