When the Pin Hits the Shell

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[PRIVATE] When the Pin Hits the Shell

Voodoo Posts: 231

Outcast atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: Eight :: Birdsong HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Ouija :: Arctic Fox :: None Nevada

#11

03-27-2014, 10:48 PM (This post was last modified: 03-27-2014, 10:48 PM by Voodoo.)

Voodoo

and it comes to be like the soothing light
at the end of your tunnel

It only a couple of minutes before your cheeks begin to warm up, and your rough lips feel a little numb and smiley; nothing about you would appear any different to your friends, because they can't feel you like we can, so you probably just look like a smiley fool.. You've been grinning nearly this whole time anyway, haven't you? The stocky bay takes his leather-coated flask back, the rope swinging comfortably back around his thick neck. The golden-flecked mare suddenly is radiating anger, calling your friend "Stallion" rather than "Rostislav," and for some reason or another... It seems to bother you? Retorts to Aurelia's sudden attitude build up in your head, but are all broken down like a weak dam when she shows some sort of affection toward you; even if she does refer to you as a "dead, poisoned mound of flesh", that's getting somewhere.

The tiny amount of hostility that had just invaded her voice suddenly flutters away, leaving behind a newly sweet and curious voice. She questions what you are going here, and you look back to the playful companions of both your's and Rostislav's, "Well.. Ouija and I like to wander around." you reply sleepily, glossy eyes turning back up to the dappled mare as you speak. Before you realize it, your new playmate Aurelia is rubbed up against you, and Rostislav agains her; a big Aurelia sandwich. You nod to her question, "Ye-yes, it's Voodoo."

Dual colored ears pinned at Rostislav, your now equally intoxicating breath blowing hard from maroon nostrils with a snort. Whatever that reaction came from was likely natural instinct toward any kind of competition, but to you it is a strike of jealousy. The alcohol has begun to work it's way through your system, seeming to trace it's way with a certain heat until it rests happily in your stomach. Thankfully, you cannot taste, or else even an exhale would make you nearly gag.. But that tingling sensation, that magical little spark that will later make you think you're invincible... Oh, how right Rostislav is.

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Tagged: @[Aurelia] and @[Rostislav]

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