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09-23-2016, 02:37 PM
i've got my feet on the ground and i don't go to sleep to dream |
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She catches his gaze with her own blazing gold stare, noticing the dueling tones of each – they did not match. She's never seen such a thing, even in this magical world it seems like such a unique thing to bare. It falls in line with the rest of his mysterious presence – his obvious mystique. She bends to inspect the putrid smelling ooze. He was indeed correct, she nods, this smells very rotten. She steps forward once more, the sparks across her dapples are starting to die and quiet now, she ignores them and draws her face back up to look at him straight on. “It's pleasant to meet you, Ryouta.” She nods bouncily, smiling with both her lips and her bright golden eyes, her horn glinting with a sulfuric glassy glow in the radiant moonlight. She looks back down to the pool of red mush. “What do you think it is, then?” Macaria scrutinizes the site, the tree and it's roots, even the moss and dirt around it's base. She is confused, but curious still, her tail twitching excitedly behind her. |
macaria |
@Ryouta
