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02-11-2015, 12:11 AM
H I S T E Fat. Fat. FAT. "I hope wings burst from your sides." Anger dripped from every word spoken by her mother's dreadful voice and it made Histe's ears disappear into the darkness of her mane. If wings burst from her sides she'd rip them off and stomp them into mulch. "Fat bitch." "Shut up." Histe growled. It was, perhaps, a good thing that Merikh was by her side or else her partner might begin to suspect how off balance she truly was. Let him believe that she was talking to the cat with the bucket in its mouth and not the voice inside of her head. There were plenty of things that she could say about the tasks that the God of the Earth had put before them. First, if he could create a storm large enough to flood Helovia why could he not fill his own buckets? Second, why should she care if some lollygaggers drowned? Third, did he really think the boat wouldn't get trashed? Histe snorted as they reached the water and she watched as Crowley filled his bucket and Merikh filled hers. "Histe." She grunted when he asked her name, but she didn't do him the same courtesy. Either he could offer his name or he would have to deal with being called 'unicorn' until they could part ways. Another snort drew her attention to the side and she glared at the two pegasi before she looked back at Crowley. "He snorted at us." She said to the unicorn. Winged abomination. ooc:// Crowley x Histe "." 0 words. have you seen blood in the moonlight? |
