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[PRIVATE] Oh, we're trouble, babe!

d'Arcy Posts: 21
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 6.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 2 years :: Tallsun HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE
Laine
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d’Arcy was having an entirely different experience when it came to sailing the sea of adolescence; While still often frustrated by her own lack of knowledge and power, she did appreciate the kind of affectionate disregard that most of the adults seemed to treat her with. She wad old enough not to require their constant attention but still not yet of an age where they took her seriously, and therefor it was easier to follow and to listen and to learn. The red shadow moved through her home on mission after mission (all self-assigned) because she would never be content to do otherwise. As she moved along the path from youth to adult hood, the girl was discovering an insatiable thirst for knowledge and even more for the things that knowledge could get her. Ambition, still formless, unfocused, but blossoming.

The dramatic appearance of the the white-winged frost princess had d’Arcy’s cobalt eyes rolling to sweep the heavens as if she might find some patience there. She had been just about to slink off on the trail of one of the higher ranked members of the herd but surely any cover she might have had was now irrevocably blown. d’Arcy turned to frown at her with a plain “Can I help you?!” expression only to have Erthë sprawl dramatically at her feet.

The red cocked a brow at the white; despite seeing each other as often as they had they didn’t really know each other that well and d’Arcy was trying and failing at warding off her annoyanceat the interruption of her plans for the day. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” she said flatly. But then she sighed, resigned that the challenge of knowing a little more of her contemporary wouldn’t be the worst use of her time.

Somehow the games she had once played with Libertad seems awfully childish so what was she supposed to do? Her eyes wandered to the right, and there on the ground next to Erthë lay the reaching outline of her own shadow and the spark in her eye came in a devilish flash. She’d discovered the talent a few days ago, but had yet to try it on anything bigger than an errant squirrel.

Suddenly more amenable by the prospect of entertaining the other filly, she flashed a grin down at her. “You like tag, don’t you?” Was is a playful tone? certainly there was something falsely sweet about it. She moved, stepping gingerly over an outstretched wing and shoving (only a little roughly) and the white hindquarters with a creamy hoof. “Well, you’re it.” She moved her eyes to the shadow again and reaching out with her magic gave it a sharp tug to cast it over Erthë before dancing backwards.

black heart's comin', she’s a cold machine
cuts like a knife, gentle and clean


Sorry for the wait! d'Arcy used her blinding magic :P
when I tell you that i love you
don't test my love
accept my love, don't test my love
cause maybe i don't love you all that much


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Oh, we're trouble, babe! - by Erthë - 04-06-2016, 06:52 PM
RE: Oh, we're trouble, babe! - by d'Arcy - 05-01-2016, 01:22 AM

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