no snow white

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[OPEN] no snow white

Sheba Posts: 114

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 hh :: 13 :: Frostfall HP: 61 | Buff: NOVICE

Minou :: Ocelot :: Sing Shady

01-22-2017, 08:34 PM

Sheba
another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate

He neither laughed in her face nor succumbed to her purr; instead, the old stallion grew suddenly civil, his tone less sarcastic than truly deferential. From her position, she could not see his face, but she could sense from the crackle of energy in the air that something between them had somehow shifted. A small step away and she lost her nerve (did she ever really have it to begin with? a little voice asked, but she was already brushing it away), for when was the last time that any had feared her? Not that the old man was exactly trembling, but he seemed to have gulped down a healthy dose of respect at the sight of her proffered horn. And while it would have been satisfying as anything to castrate him, she was both surprised at herself (for the mere inclination) and at him (for believing she would). She laughed, despite herself, a short, mirthless chuckle, and while she did not yield her position near him, she did not retreat either.

“I see we understand each other then,” the old mare murmured, eyeing her companion with a sharper curiosity, shedding the honeyed tones and offering him a grim smile. When he continued the joke, perhaps to lighten the mood, she shrugged and indulged him.

“Broken, and dried up long ago,” the crone replied, with a glint of something indecipherable in her eyes and a wan smirk; then, “But aren’t those meant to be the bridegroom’s gifts, anyway? How do you propose to make it up to me?”

And while it may all be just banter, or two wary strangers trading subtleties for safety, she did wonder: would he offer anything?

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