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02-09-2016, 05:13 AM
Grimalkin
More arrived. They were many and varied, and each of them earned themselves a look from his sharp, keen, green gaze. He's lived a relative sheltered life, having chosen to reside amongst his own species rather than face the masses - well, he was certainly facing the masses here, today. But, everything was a learning experience - a chance to grow, to gain, to improve. He hoped today would be no different - or perhaps, better.
It wasn't long before the ridiculous presenter carried on with his charade. Grimalkin watched carefully as the creature gesticulated and then- they disappeared.
Grimalkin was still unaware what resided within the eggs, or what could reside in there, but he had his ideas, his hopes.
He didn't like gambling - the stallion was one to make a decision where he knew success would meet him at the other end. He was one to pick a battle he knew he could win - it was why he had joined the Basin all those months ago. They were a strong, powerful herd sure to succeed as long as they remained strong - and he would return to them, once he became stronger, more worthy of them and their company.
But, he was presented with a choice, where he would not know the outcome until after his choice was made. He had nothing to use aside from sheer gut instinct to guide him, and so he wavered slightly, before grunting (as if announcing his intention to speak).
"The one under the fabric," accented tones said simply, as his maw tilted slightly to the one beneath the cloth.
wishlist
no prior refusals
seeking griffin
Grim chooses the one under the cloth
It wasn't long before the ridiculous presenter carried on with his charade. Grimalkin watched carefully as the creature gesticulated and then- they disappeared.
Grimalkin was still unaware what resided within the eggs, or what could reside in there, but he had his ideas, his hopes.
He didn't like gambling - the stallion was one to make a decision where he knew success would meet him at the other end. He was one to pick a battle he knew he could win - it was why he had joined the Basin all those months ago. They were a strong, powerful herd sure to succeed as long as they remained strong - and he would return to them, once he became stronger, more worthy of them and their company.
But, he was presented with a choice, where he would not know the outcome until after his choice was made. He had nothing to use aside from sheer gut instinct to guide him, and so he wavered slightly, before grunting (as if announcing his intention to speak).
"The one under the fabric," accented tones said simply, as his maw tilted slightly to the one beneath the cloth.
wishlist
no prior refusals
seeking griffin
Grim chooses the one under the cloth
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I write what I feel at the time
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