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This mare, she is strange. The way she laughs and speaks. It makes the flax girl shudder. She says her name so strangely - Draoahm, or something like that. The entire thing creeps the girl out. Another approaches, her sides rather large, but it doesn't appear to be fat. It seems as if the mare is graced with a child inside of her. Both of these mares have grand horns and a self-confident appearance, whereas the dainty little arabian is not as grand, not as appealing, one might say. Yet, Lace had called her pretty? He did, right after he trapped her with him and forced her to speak. Not very smooth. If he thinks he'll just waltz up to mares, play the part of prince charming then trap them there like a bird in a cage, he is crazy. Perhaps he would like this ghost mare. They could be psychotic together. "Yes, those names are the titles of herds. Though, to join a herd one must be rather level headed and willing to comply with orders given by leaders." Drom was not so sure this mare was capable of that. The way she laughed, then analyzed them as if she was some cougar and they were... rabbits. Rabbits? WHY IS DROM ALWAYS A DAMN RABBIT? No, they could never call her something more. She is a rabbit, will always be a rabbit, and will always be prey for the hungry dogs and avians. Oh, don't they just love to eat her up!
Her ears slips backwards and flatten, clearly upset. With a distrusting look painted on her features, she swivels away from them and begins walking, half hoping the mare will apologize and stop her, tell her she was pretending. Drom did not want some psychopath as a fried. She would not have it. With a snort, she begins prancing, still moving a slow steady speed. There is still a chance to stop her! Will the ghost take it?
"blah blah blah."
ooc: drom is out if no one stops her :3
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