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

#12

02-23-2017, 01:18 PM

Black-rimmed ears flick backwards when the unicorn initially refuses the fermented apple, the vixen’s sharp teeth grinding a little farther into the fruit’s pulpous skin out of annoyance, mildly frustrated that Vertigo still has some semblance of sense to refuse more alcohol. She leans her weight forward, enticing the other mare with gleaming eyes and clever lips. “What could it hurt?” She repeats, an ominous edge leaking into the undertone of her voice, contradicting the sickly sweetness of her smile.

The coyness of the pegasus’ expression deepens when the antlered monstrosity ultimately concedes to her offer. Flexing her jaw muscles, she chews the half of the apple that she has kept, exhaling heavily when the heat of the alcohol burns through her stomach. Imogen has consumed her fair share of alcohol, but she has seen what it can do to one’s judgement—and the thought of feeling so disorganized and out of control is repulsive enough for her to tread carefully around the ripened liquid. Tonight, she will drown Vertigo in liquored deceits.

One side of her smoky brow rises when the antlered beast stumbles gracelessly forward, releasing a string of profanities that is amusing to hear from such a seemingly innocent creature. Given the timid demeanor that she has observed tonight, it is not difficult to assume that the alcohol has now smothered any of Vertigo’s proper sense—now the draft is little more than mindless, liquored meat.

She is ready.

“Come, beastie,” Imogen murmurs to the larger mare, the nature of her endearment slipping through a brief crack in her facade. Swinging her hips in an arc, she places herself along Vertigo’s side. “Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable. A place where you can rest,” she tempts with silky words, teeth flashing dangerously between her lips. Nudging the unicorn’s brawny shoulder with enough force to demand her attention, the pegasus guides the draft forward, closer to the forest’s black, writhing shadows.

“Speech.”

You can tell me when it’s over

If the high was worth the pain

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