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05-08-2016, 09:16 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-08-2016, 09:29 AM by Albrecht.
Edit Reason: Added three words because OCD. :P
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The meadow seems so peaceful from a distance – all greens and purples and sweet scents of flowers, the gurgle of water gently flowing over a streambed of smooth stones – but it’s all a filthy lie. “FUCK.” He shouts in hopeless frustration, shattering the scene of quiet serenity for anyone nearby, his right hind leg raised high and held away from his body like a hyperbole of the infamous pissing dog pose. He reaches beneath himself to grab at a prickly stem cruelly twined in the fringe of his body-beard, unfortunately just one of many.
“GODDAMNIT!” He explodes, expletives uncontrollably bursting from his mouth as he spits out thorny vines and attempts to rub the plethora of grabby seed pods off of his muzzle, merely transferring them from face to leg in the process. “SHIT-FUCK-PIIIIIIIISS,” He rages, unconcerned with who or what might hear, pinpricks of blood starting to well on his lips and in the soft folds of hisgoddamned cock and balls, man! virile bits. Hind leg still raised, he stomps his front hooves unhappily, torn between stopping the pain along his undersides or adding to the pain of his lips and gums, all the while knowing he has no choice but to continue his efforts despite the consequences. (Who wouldn’t protect their jimmies first and foremost?)
Sighing and pouting, he looks around in desperation. He needs someone small and dexterous and either kind enough to help or impressionable enough to be magicked into it. He's not confident in the use of or overly educated about his magic yet, but it had a desirable enough effect on the Basin Thief, so surely it could be of assistance here if need be.
OOC // Halp. xD @Volterra @Argen
“GODDAMNIT!” He explodes, expletives uncontrollably bursting from his mouth as he spits out thorny vines and attempts to rub the plethora of grabby seed pods off of his muzzle, merely transferring them from face to leg in the process. “SHIT-FUCK-PIIIIIIIISS,” He rages, unconcerned with who or what might hear, pinpricks of blood starting to well on his lips and in the soft folds of his
Sighing and pouting, he looks around in desperation. He needs someone small and dexterous and either kind enough to help or impressionable enough to be magicked into it. He's not confident in the use of or overly educated about his magic yet, but it had a desirable enough effect on the Basin Thief, so surely it could be of assistance here if need be.
OOC // Halp. xD @Volterra @Argen
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