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| Pulling down a gulp or two of the cool liquid the golden stallion lifted his head slightly catching sight of the pools of gold glitter swirling around the mare's feet. Glitter? Was this some kind of makeup that women fussed over endlessly? Either that or he had just happened upon something totally foreign to him, well either way I guess you could call it not in his repertoire. Women confusing the hell outta him at all times of his life and sometimes it was better not to know what those crazy creatures were thinking. Pawing once more at his face he shook his head when only pain insued. There seriously had to be someway to remove this crap without peeling off half his face and neck with it. Ya the skin underneath was burnt all to hell already but the tar only kept the heat in making it constantly burn. Flicking an ear to the female's voice he drew his eyes back up to find her staring at him or rather staring at his mass array of burns. Great now she would not only see him as an alien but also as a cripple that couldn't take care of himself. Was there any other surprises that this land could throw at him? The last time he had declined help had been back when that old man Lace had offered to go get some other to take a look at the nasty burns. They had healed.. for the most part anyway or until that damn croc reopened every single one of them. Her title really didn't mean too much to him with his very little knowledge of this Helovia so what reason did he really have to trust her? Would she wind out giving him something to make them worse or to poison him? One could never tell but he guessed that he would have to try and trust someone eventually as nothing he seemed to be doing was much help. "I doubt much can be done but if you want to try go for it." He replied watching her with curiosity. Hopefully this girl wouldn't be like those he had met who had been more intent of trying to kill him than help. "So what's your story? Why are you all the way out here by yourself?" He asked trying to gain some knowledge about just who he was dealing with. " My name is Kalona, what might yours be miss?" •• NOTES: •• “We who are immortal, we are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.”
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!! Roots - by Resplendence - 10-17-2015, 11:28 PM
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RE: !! Roots - by Resplendence - 10-24-2015, 11:11 PM
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