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08-11-2015, 10:44 PM
Gull “I’m young, not blind,” she retorts testily, ears flattening with displeasure. But the little spitfire has not quite provoked you yet. Heaven knows you’d put up with much worse that this light jabbing in the brief time you’d spent with Bell. You suppose this girl would hone the point of her knife with age; with time perhaps enough to rip a heart out or stab the likes of you in the back, but for now, you remain deceived by her appearance. She’s just a girl: what harm could she bring you? There were real dangers on the loose, and they were the ones who concerned you. “Have you any missions to complete before dying off?” she drawls, catching your eye. She’s glad to assist, she continues with prickling sarcasm, and you feel your skin twitch with slight irritation before coughing again. As you glance past her, she sidesteps, blocking your path, and you stop abruptly. “You’re unusual,” she coos with a smirk, the picture of childish innocence. Yet her posture and tone are so openly condescending that you cannot help but find her obnoxious. However, she still has not riled you to the degree she perhaps intended. You are not a patient creature, but so single-minded are you in your purpose that you will not allow yourself to be distracted in this moment by the mere singsong of a bored filly. “Look,” you tell her impatiently, giving her the satisfaction of meeting her triumphant gaze. “I need to know if anyone’s been through here, or if you’ve seen anything out of the ordinary. Blood, or-or feathers…” Here you toss your mane with another raspy cough, exposing the knot of bloodstained pink feathers from Muriel’s wings. “Perhaps we can work out an…arrangement.” You have no idea what this filly might want for information, but it’s not like you’re making a deal with the devil. trouble just grew wings |
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