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[OPEN] Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee.

Argen Posts: 37
Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.0
Stallion :: Equine :: 16 hh :: Four years HP: 68 | Buff: NOVICE
Solomon :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Fire Breath Time
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"What if your Mama doesn't want to be found?" Argen asked, stepping from the treeline toward the small filly. His voice was smooth like silk and taunting, his amber eyes glinting with some form of jovial light. Most of his attitude was attributed to the massive dragon that glided above him, trilling toward the winged girl with delight. While Argen liked children, Solomon liked them more. He was still young, and loved to play with others--stranger or familiar. The bronze had few boundaries, like his bondmate, and they were less bound when his heart beat for the desire of a game. Draconian yellow eyes flashed an imagination of the pegasus filly engaging them in a game of tag, and Argen nodded his head. I will ask her. He added, consoling his dragon enough to cause him to spiral in the air toward the dappled girl.

The spotted stallion trotted towards the girl, hoping to close the distance between them in the meadow without the girl running away. His dull blonde hair was tousled by the wind as he trotted. Wildly, the stallion tossed his head and rocketed his body forward in a haphazard canter. "What if your mother is perfectly fine being apart from you?" Argen's voice had a teasing whisp to it as he slowed to a trot again, attempting a circle around the winged girl. Above, the dragon glided on warm air, trilling his playful song into the brilliant light of the meadow.

It had been a while since Argen had been able to express his love for foals and their innocence. In the time he had been minding his own harem under the watchful eye of his grandfather, the fiery man had to appear much more stoic than he truly was. Argen enjoyed being around foals--at least, foals that were not his own. That way, he had no responsibility to nurture them and teach them well. When they were not his, he could do as he pleased, not what was right.

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We are the long forgotten sons
And daughters that don't belong to anyone
We are alone under this sun
We work to fix the work that you've undone
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Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee. - by Areli - 12-22-2015, 03:47 PM
RE: Fly like a butterfly, bark like a Bee. - by Argen - 12-22-2015, 10:37 PM

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