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[OPEN] Burnt lungs, sour taste

Rhea Posts: 110
Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 5
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.3 :: 3 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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Venturing further into this new realm would have many interesting side trips along the way and this just so happened to be one of them. Walking diligently through the open field the hybrid explored curious as to what all lay beyond its relatively harmless appearance. Things were in fact rarely what they seemed and she was a living example of that. Bold, reckless and beautiful the young mare was a force to be reckoned with, well in her own mind anyways. There was quite the distance to cover before she could stand up to that title but she was no backseat driver when it came to living her life. With a fiery attitude and a superior mindset there was no telling what the future might hold for the mare but it would be a interesting ride.

Since leaving the deep freeze otherwise known as the Basin the weather down in the valleys was much milder in comparison. Letting the tips of the longest feathers of her wings drift lazily through the snow as she walked the girl browsed through the powder to pull up whatever greenery she found underneath. Granted the texture would have to be familiar against her lips before she made her selection or else she risked poisoning herself with whatever dangers grew in this territory. She was not stupid and knew far too well what a few leaves of select plants could do (not that she experimented or anything). Her main experiments had primarily been those closest to her to dumb to notice her slipping some extras into their forage. Thus far her success had not been great but she had managed to cause a few bouts of unexplained illnesses in her caregivers over the short year or so she had tolerated them.

Lifting her refined cranium back to its rightful place she scanned the area meticulously as the sound of crunching powder caught her attention. Pricking her ears forward as the rather strange looking mutt came into view off in the distance she tried to figure out what the hell it was. It was too large to be a wolf but too ugly to be anything natural. It would be just one of the misplaced oddities on this planet that would have no name she determined with a vile smirk only half registering the other creature ambling along behind it. From the stench drifting her way they belonged to the same dwelling but as to their purpose or titles she hadn't the faintest clue. She supposed that she could always go introduce herself but that would involve being polite and going out of her way for no real reason other than to satisfy her own curiosity. Sighing inwardly she gave up and turned to meander in their general direction. If they ended up talking fine but if not it would be no loss to her. It was at least something better to do than digging through snow.



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Burnt lungs, sour taste - by d'Artagnan - 09-27-2014, 07:23 AM
RE: Burnt lungs, sour taste - by Rhea - 10-14-2014, 09:00 PM

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