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06-20-2014, 08:18 AM
What could be more satisfying then achieving exactly what I want? Heck, I didn't know I had wanted to piss the stallion off when I first met him, but the result was all the same. I smile to myself, and it is a mean, scornful smile, full of bitterness and hate. I'm sure if I was recognised by anyone who knew me, I would probably feel ashamed for falling prey to such primal and volatile emotions. But here I stand, embracing them, enjoying them, allowing them to shape and define my next actions.
He doesn't tell me what he is tripping on. I almost ask him again, but his irritable glance is met with silence and a hard stare from me. As his ears tilt back to make the horns upon his crown more prominent, so too do mine, and I feel a temptation to pluck my spear out from its hidden pocket amongst my right wing, but I resist for now. I am almost tempered enough to simply leave our interaction at that, to fill my wings with the winds of my magic and flutter away - until he does eventually speak again.
"What did you call me?" I ask quietly, turning to face him full on, no longer tempered by the danger he might pose to me, what could have or would have been fear disappearing beneath the foolish want, the unyielding need to stomp on his ugly face and add a few more scars to his pock-marked hide. My teeth grind together as my electric gaze flashes dangerously. The rain persists around us, and I demand once more an answer from this drunken fool.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!"
@[Rostislav] Lol idek. Feel free to make your next post an opening spar post, or have Rosti reply and Cirrus will make the next move. <3
He doesn't tell me what he is tripping on. I almost ask him again, but his irritable glance is met with silence and a hard stare from me. As his ears tilt back to make the horns upon his crown more prominent, so too do mine, and I feel a temptation to pluck my spear out from its hidden pocket amongst my right wing, but I resist for now. I am almost tempered enough to simply leave our interaction at that, to fill my wings with the winds of my magic and flutter away - until he does eventually speak again.
"What did you call me?" I ask quietly, turning to face him full on, no longer tempered by the danger he might pose to me, what could have or would have been fear disappearing beneath the foolish want, the unyielding need to stomp on his ugly face and add a few more scars to his pock-marked hide. My teeth grind together as my electric gaze flashes dangerously. The rain persists around us, and I demand once more an answer from this drunken fool.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!"
@[Rostislav] Lol idek. Feel free to make your next post an opening spar post, or have Rosti reply and Cirrus will make the next move. <3
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
