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09-16-2012, 05:45 AM
With a big heart comes big love... But will you be able to handle it? Cherie heard a soft whinny, too dark for a mare. Her black eyes widened in a non-knowing fear. 'A stallion!' she thought, and stopped in a movement. Even though the whinny probably was supposed to calm her down, she got a bit more freaked out. Just as she started to back away, a pegasus came into her sight. The mare stopped once more. It must've been the pegasus who whinnied. Because who else were here? She let out a soft snorting, finally calmed down. He didn't seem dangerous at all. The little buckskin showed a shy smile, and looked at him with her coal colored eyes. She raised her head a bit, and listened to his simple words. A soldier? She raised a 'brow, barely visible, and then smiled warm. A Throat-soldier, too. She had absolutely nothing to fear. "Greetings, Midas." Her words were spoken with a warm tone on her tongue, just reviling her relief that he was a Throat-stallion. She took a small breath, and continued with the same tone on her voice: "I'm a new member. The two mares Aure and Sierra brought me to the Throat not so long ago." A small blush appeared under her eyes, though it disappeared just as quick again. She felt shy in this stallion's company, but why? Then she remembered that she hadn't revealed her name. "My name is Cherie, by the way." The mare watched him, and observed his appearance. His eyes were absurdly yellow, with no visible pupils. Cherie almost questioned him about his eyes, but resisted slightly. Not yet. The stallion's body was black and white with big, white wings that had a few yellow tips on the feathers. He was only a few centimeters taller than her, which made her satisfied. 'Nice with a stallion that's not tall as a tree.' she thought, and smiled at the words in her head. Her father had been tall, and the rest of the herd's male members as well. She quickly erased the memories. Not the right moment to think about that now. Word count: 344 OOC: - Walk, walk, walk. "Talk, talk, talk." Think, think, think. | ||
