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06-29-2017, 01:07 AM
Bellisma
The voice made her small body freeze—and then begin to tremble. Though it was different—deeper, surer—it was still familiar. Slowly, after a few long moments of quaking stillness, the golden pixie regained enough control to cautiously turn her head towards the source of the voice.
And there he was. Nearly fully grown—certainly no longer colt. Stallion. And the sight sent a thrill of fear through her chest; her heart leaping into a frantic gallop as her legs begged to do the same. There was no good that came of stallions—especially young stallions so swamped in testosterone as this one reeked of.
Delicate, black nostrils quiver, taking in the deadly, warning scent that pushed her a stutter-step away. But, amid that swamping smell was Kianzo—that familiar colt hood safety she had come to trust; that she had come to yearn for.
Green eyes framed with thick lashes blinked a few times; the whites around them slowly relaxing and receding away. A deep, shaky breath pushed out of her barrel in a whoosh; trembling finally ceasing as her small hooves settled into the lush earth, no longer threatening to flee.
“Zo,” her sweet, soft, musical thrum quietly called back through the reeds and mists. Again she blinked, though this time it harbored a soft smile on her tiny, delicate muzzle. Though uncertainty still gripped her chest, she would not flee—
Not yet.
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