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December Posts: 144
Deceased atk: 3.5 | def: 7 | dam: 8
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 6 (Frostfall) HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
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White December

Suddenly a small head poked out from the bush, looking at her with curious eyes. She seemed to be registering her surroundings and who was with her, giving the mare a quick glance before being interrupted by the new stranger. The sound of the cheery tone nearly made December cringe; she could already tell the owner of it was gonna be shittin' rainbows and vomitting sunshine. Steel eyes turned to see a beautiful pegasus mare, practically prancing as she approached the filly concerned. She was rambling on about something, most likely trying to use her persona to make the girl feel more at ease, but all it gave the grey was a headache. She snorted, trying to simply let the woman speak what she wanted and get the filly settled before they began talking again. Only suddenly this Rei was addressing her now, calling her friend and volunteering her to help her out. Ears flattened instinctually out of surprise, eyes looking to her and penetrating into her soul, despite that stoic expression leaving nothing to interpret her irritation.

The spotted ball of energy was moving in without thinking, touching the filly in an attempt to move her and expecting December to help. She was about to, but the sudden stiffness of the blue and grullo's muscles caused her pause. Looking her over, analyzing the expression on her face, and concluding what was causing her such a sudden change in mood she stepped forward, not touching the filly but protectively standing at her side, eyes now on Rei and speaking in that same tone, a stern edge to it," Stop. She doesn't like you touching her. You can't assume someone is willing to make contact."If the speckled pegasus happened to object; December would have now qualms smacking that grin off her face. No one was that happy; it was unnatural to be so; she had to be faking it. Or really high on something.

Either way, the ivory damsel was not in the mood to be assaulted by such spastic joy, and if she could find any excuse to make it end she would. Only when the filly finally spoke her little fantasy of kicking the older mare in the face vanished, to be replaced by a look of mild curiosity. She spoke as if the words she did say were new to her, something to be learned and understood. She couldn't speak their language, meaning that Rei's ramblings had been additionally meaningless. Blinking long lashes December listened, ears pricked forward and eyes staring down at the girl, before responding calmly," Yes. Friends good." She was no longer paying attention to the Throat member (which she learned when her scent filled her nares), only turning so she was facing the girl at the front now, expecting her to eventually grow tired of looking at them and attempt to free herself from the clutches of the bush.

Suddenly a squeak escaped her, terror filling her expression and her body thrashing violently. The mare wanted to step in and help, but when one was scared what they needed was space, not closeness. She took two steps back, watching as the battered body rolled out of the bush finally, her words suddenly causing the woman's eyes to soften kindly. She had misunderstood, and now they had scared her. How this girl reminded her so much of the painted girl that ripped her heart from her chest. Smiling ever so slightly, it still a rather awkward thing on her grey complexion, she lowered her massive skull, removing her threatening size any way she could. She took only one step closer, a gentle whiff of her nostrils blowing out air towards her, before she was speaking slow; even words once again,"No eat. You're safe. I am December. We can help you... with your um... owies?" What the fuck did girls that spoke a different language call injuries? The childish word had been so foriegn on the mare's tongue, and she didn't know if she liked how it felt when it left her vocals. She had always had a rather articulated vocabulary, and so now speaking to this girl who knew nothing made her irritated on a different level. Talking was hard. Period.

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Messages In This Thread
You can sharpen your knife, - by Flemeth - 03-05-2015, 07:18 PM
RE: You can sharpen your knife, - by December - 03-05-2015, 07:48 PM
RE: You can sharpen your knife, - by Rei - 03-06-2015, 11:26 AM
RE: You can sharpen your knife, - by Flemeth - 03-07-2015, 03:27 PM
RE: You can sharpen your knife, - by December - 03-08-2015, 12:26 AM
RE: You can sharpen your knife, - by Rei - 03-08-2015, 05:16 PM

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