SN - As The World Falls Down

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Imogen Posts: 24

Aurora Basin Thief atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 :: 5 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Reli

02-18-2017, 11:50 PM

Imogen watches the larger mare from her shadows, flanked by their dark allure of mystery and chance. Her cold, beady eyes remain steadily focused on her partner’s face, studying the lines that are highlighted by the fire’s glow, and gauging her own response by the way Vertigo reacts to her invitation. There is hesitation at first, a pause as the other woman focuses briefly on the smoldering flames—but there is no fear, which causes a twitch of a wry smirk to ghost across the pegasus’ dark lips.

Come play with me, little lamb, her expression seems to say, the feathers along her wings ruffling with roused impatience.

Spinning elegantly on little ankles, with the length of her silky cloak billowing around her hips, she bids the draft mare to follow. A black-rimmed ear slants towards the horned beast when she voices her question (so uncertain and vulnerable), Imogen can’t help but chuckle—perhaps a little too sweetly. “Well telling you that would ruin the spectacle of date night, wouldn’t it?” She glances to Vertigo over her shoulder, one side of her brow raised as her long lashes flutter beneath the moonlight.

“Haven’t you ever been surprised before?” Casually she turns her face away from the other mare, staring directly in front of her as she lets slip a soundless snarl, gnashing her teeth despite her honey-coated tone.

Before long, she has lead her quarry to the outskirts of tonight’s festivities. They have enough room to themselves that Imogen can likely spread her wings quite wide, leaving them free from prying eyes. “Here we are,” she purrs, smiling pleasantly to Vertigo, and fighting the instinct to scowl at the hideousness that grows from her forehead. Instead the pegasus turns, snatching one of the fermented apples from a nearby lilly pad, and offers it to her company. “Have an apple, sweet,” the blackness of her gaze gleams wickedly beneath the soft glow of lanterns.

“Speech.”

You can tell me when it’s over

If the high was worth the pain

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