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06-18-2016, 02:19 PM
Larue
Furry, pale yellow ears perk—was that humming? The impish filly had to bite her lemony lips to keep from squealing in anxious glee— someone was coming! Holding her breath as well as her lips, she hunkered down in her hiding place behind the tree, vibrating with excitement but otherwise keeping as still as a filly possibly could (which was still, but not that still).
CRASH!
The delighted squeal she had been holding in burst out as jumped out from behind the large, gnarled roots. Bright eyes wide and glittering as they just caught the end of her victims fall. Her skipping bounds faltered momentarily as she realized that this was a lot larger prey than she intended for, and indeed creature in her trap was half-sticking out of it.
Still, she snorted delightedly and resumed her frolic towards him once she realized that he was still trapped—or somewhat stuck— in her pit. “Caught ya!” Her playful, giggling, cheeky young voice sang out in satisfaction as she pranced towards the stuck stallion. Drawing closer, she her brightly colored gaze grew curious as she eyed the tail that awkward stuck out of the hole she had dug.
She stopped behind him, small rosen hoof tapping the thick and muscular tail, “What’s that?” her pert voice questioned. Circling around to the front, she began to dissolve in a fit of giggles as she saw just how stuck her victim was in her trap. “You really did fall for it, huh?” her lilting, high voice came out between tittering laughter.
She stopped right in front of the man’s awkwardly craned head, splaying her spindly legs in order to drop her lemon-tart muzzle right in front of his. “So, who’re you?” she asked a delightfully conversational question as her eyes danced with impishness, watching the corks bob about his face.
CRASH!
The delighted squeal she had been holding in burst out as jumped out from behind the large, gnarled roots. Bright eyes wide and glittering as they just caught the end of her victims fall. Her skipping bounds faltered momentarily as she realized that this was a lot larger prey than she intended for, and indeed creature in her trap was half-sticking out of it.
Still, she snorted delightedly and resumed her frolic towards him once she realized that he was still trapped—or somewhat stuck— in her pit. “Caught ya!” Her playful, giggling, cheeky young voice sang out in satisfaction as she pranced towards the stuck stallion. Drawing closer, she her brightly colored gaze grew curious as she eyed the tail that awkward stuck out of the hole she had dug.
She stopped behind him, small rosen hoof tapping the thick and muscular tail, “What’s that?” her pert voice questioned. Circling around to the front, she began to dissolve in a fit of giggles as she saw just how stuck her victim was in her trap. “You really did fall for it, huh?” her lilting, high voice came out between tittering laughter.
She stopped right in front of the man’s awkwardly craned head, splaying her spindly legs in order to drop her lemon-tart muzzle right in front of his. “So, who’re you?” she asked a delightfully conversational question as her eyes danced with impishness, watching the corks bob about his face.
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