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02-20-2015, 01:02 AM
Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets | ||
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Whatever beat the Dragon's Throat contained, the shrill sound of a wrong note of a very different kind shatters the song. Whether it be a newcomer or some attempting attention, it brought the champagne mare to her feet, leaving the shade to enter the flames of the desert. Heat poured down to her like gasoline raining from the sky. A dip in the sea didn't sound so bad, but the call beckoned her towards the bridge and gate, arriving in a lazy fashion. Aloe Vera faintly mixed itself within her scent after her recent rub down with it. The bridge is still more than foreign to her, crossing with a cautious step after checking to ensure it wouldn't fall beneath her. What was she to fear? Drowning? What irony would it be for her to drown when she had recently taken up the talent of breathing underwater and found a new world to fall in love with? Her visitor is luckily still there when she arrives, whom she paints a mask of calm for. Internally, she wages war of whether she should take up regularly using the bridge to get across after the awkward ordeal that it was within the past few minutes, or take to her magic and simply swim across. Nerves danced on end and her tail waves in an violent fashion towards the flies and the feeling of unease burrowed within the pit of her stomach. The bay mare that stands before her is possibly familiar, as if she has seen her before but the name fades from memory and she is too fearful of being rude as to ask for their title. Snow and ice fills her nostrils in a sweet feeling of nostaglia, and though the mare is a northern sister, no real ease breezes over her because it reeks of Aurora Basin. Yet, she was her guest, and Sikeax was entitled to have the utmost politeness towards them. "Hello, and welcome to the Dragon's Throat. I'm Sikeax, Sun Physican for this herd? To what do I owe you to this lovely pleasure today?" Monotone vocals flutter from her velvet lips, a relaxed posture overpowering her once alert stance. The Aurora Basin was smart, and attacking an once-enemy on their borders would be a cause for trouble. Gaucho had mentioned a truce between the two rivals at the recent meeting, had he not? Then there shouldn't be trouble, or as far as she was aware. @[Lena] images | ||
