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My deep thought ceases as I smell the vulgar scent of a pungeant wraith. Whipping my cranium around to the left, I see a disastrous looking horse with flesh dripping off of it's winged body like sweat. Then, I notice something else. That something is the very thing that differentiates a stallion from a woman. Before I can make any witty comment or anything, his strong voice blurts out. "Out alone, my pretty." One of my ears swivels back and one stays forward. I offer him a delicate smile and toss my head, allowing my black locks to flow backwards in ebony waves. "Your infection cannot protect you from me. May I assist you, whore?" By this point, it was obvious to me that he was a wraith; an infected boy acting like a man. My slight smile doesn't fade away, but it doesn't get wider either. "You sure can, big boy..." My seductive tones echo slightly over the land, and as I call him 'big boy', I think of Gaucho. I have not seen Gaucho anywhere, no matter how long I searched. The bay has already probably found someone, so I can indulge on a different piece of cake for a while. I step forward and reach my muzzle out to the left side of his cranium. I step forward again, hoping to let my muzzle run down the side of his neck and stop by his withers. Slowly, I aim to lift my head onto his diseased withers and rest there for a moment. "Hit me with your best shot." I whisper into the air. What will the stallion do? |
ooc:; maybe like.. one more post from you then one for me and this thread can be over? Edit: i had to get rid of something and edit a terrible spelling mistake. XD forgive me if this retags you! @[Satanic Silk]
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