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Larue
Lemony ears swivel around, trying to listen through the mists. Though it his her small body, it also dampened the sounds around her. She started to snort in annoyance—though quickly smothered the sound as she reminded herself that she was being stealthy, just like mother. Mother who, though being the incredibly cool rank of Sneak, had yet to actually be
There—had she heard something? Bright teal eyes peer from her hunkered hiding place amid a bamboo stand—thought she saw nothing. Only a small distortion of the rods; not enough to pull the hyper-focused filly’s attention away from her surreptitiously scintillating trap. And then a creature suddenly appeared, his camouflaging magic melting away, as his impressively long and beautifully sparkling antlers were joyfully snared in her trap!
She gleefully jumped to her feet—though her merry movements froze at the pale gold mare’s sudden ear pin and sharp, angry words that easily sliced through the mists. ”I will skin your hide from your body and trap it over the bamboo to dry in the sun.” Such words had Larue’s candied, rosen hooves paused mid-step. Her jewel-like, young gaze was wide in apprehension.
She had angered a few in her traps before, but most were a shocked anger that dissolved into annoyed amusement. This mare, however, with her angry threats and stinging words was by far the most irate victim she had come across, yet. The young filly looked back, over her shoulder, wondering if she could wiggle her way out of the thick stand of bamboo trees…
But the gilded, opal-horned woman said she would find her. And there was something about ambiguous threats that always seemed to ring true with youth, regardless of any truth in them. So the lemon candy girl took a deep breath, her slender rips moving beneath the strangely magicked hide, before boldly stepping out of the mist and up to the deer caught in her trap. Only a nervous ticking of her foal-fuzz tail and occasional dart of her bright teal gaze to the woman’s horn belied her nerves.
“You said you’d skin me,” her voice was full of false bravado, “So use your horn to cut him free, instead.” Her pert reply rang out, even as she stepped closer to inspect just how tangled the deer’s antlers were in her net.
There—had she heard something? Bright teal eyes peer from her hunkered hiding place amid a bamboo stand—thought she saw nothing. Only a small distortion of the rods; not enough to pull the hyper-focused filly’s attention away from her surreptitiously scintillating trap. And then a creature suddenly appeared, his camouflaging magic melting away, as his impressively long and beautifully sparkling antlers were joyfully snared in her trap!
She gleefully jumped to her feet—though her merry movements froze at the pale gold mare’s sudden ear pin and sharp, angry words that easily sliced through the mists. ”I will skin your hide from your body and trap it over the bamboo to dry in the sun.” Such words had Larue’s candied, rosen hooves paused mid-step. Her jewel-like, young gaze was wide in apprehension.
She had angered a few in her traps before, but most were a shocked anger that dissolved into annoyed amusement. This mare, however, with her angry threats and stinging words was by far the most irate victim she had come across, yet. The young filly looked back, over her shoulder, wondering if she could wiggle her way out of the thick stand of bamboo trees…
But the gilded, opal-horned woman said she would find her. And there was something about ambiguous threats that always seemed to ring true with youth, regardless of any truth in them. So the lemon candy girl took a deep breath, her slender rips moving beneath the strangely magicked hide, before boldly stepping out of the mist and up to the deer caught in her trap. Only a nervous ticking of her foal-fuzz tail and occasional dart of her bright teal gaze to the woman’s horn belied her nerves.
“You said you’d skin me,” her voice was full of false bravado, “So use your horn to cut him free, instead.” Her pert reply rang out, even as she stepped closer to inspect just how tangled the deer’s antlers were in her net.
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