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06-21-2014, 05:39 PM
The storm filly smiles softly at her brother as he ungracefully moves closer to her dark grey frame. She tilts her neck outwards his warm muzzle embracing his touch, even so she makes sure the stranger stays in her sights. Tiny ears prick to catch the words, much like a child chasing butterflies with a net. The filly had to fight back a contemptuous snort at the weird name, Fraub. Yellow and Green eyes move over the strange male. Every inch of the stud was as weird as his name, that being said, the filly could have cared less. 'I bet Adel would die over the chance to learn more about him.' She thought with a soft snort. The filly turned to look at her brother as he answered her question. 'Oh what a surprise he was thinking.' She watched his for a moment and let her voice roll from her lips, "What were you thinking about this time, brother?" In all honesty the filly didn't care what her smart brother had been pondering before she arrived. But he was family and she would do her best to make him happy, even if that was listening to his senseless wondering. She couldn't help the snort of laughter that rang from her tiny lunges as he asked if she wanted to fight. The laughter silences quickly as Adleric poses the question to the feminine white stud. Fraub's answering question makes tiny grey ears flick back towards the already powerful skull. Drawing in a deep breath she pulls her awkward frame up to it's full height pride covers her features like a cloak. Instead of answering his question she gazes intently at the horned stallion. His white body and horn remind her of a stallion she has been longing to see since her birth. Zünden would have to wrangle his name from his mother somehow. 'Maybe Adel can help me think of a way to get it out of her.' She thought her gaze still on the stud. At his reply she stepped forward horned head lowered. She might have been young, but her horns were already in, had been since she was born in fact. "I think we're perfectly clean, don't you brother?" She flicked her multi hued eyes towards the bay beside her before looking back at Fraub. "I rather fight than bathe any day. It's pointless to be pretty and clean. What if a wolf attacked, and all you would be able to do if offer him a bath?" She laughed in a vandictive sort of way and tossed her battering like ram horns into the air. "Talking"’Thinking’ Words: 438 Zünden |
