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Sentinel on the Cliff | Ysuelte

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The little dragon retaliated faster than she managed to flee through the spring slush, and a thread of snow splattered across her shoulder. The shock of the cold and ice caused her to shriek with indignation, and before she could charge after the little brown, he was suddenly floating on a breeze overhead, trilling and teasing at her. Yseulte snorted with amusement and frustration, unable to do anything but pace the ground below the whir of leather wings as if she were a cat stalking a flitting sparrow.

She glanced at Torasin, wondering what expression she might find lingering on his gentle face, or if she would find one at all. Such a brooding, dark expression did not fit the stallion's light features and so she was glad to see his green eyes glittering with mischief, although she couldn't understand why. After being alone for so long, she'd become so wrapped up in her own survival and well-being, it was no longer in her nature to care for others. Selfish. Cruel. Savage. Those three words caused her throat to seize up uncomfortably, and she wondered if she was becoming the person she loved and despised the most.

Her father.

And how long had it been since she'd last played? Many seasons. Years, even. It was Finn who introduced her to the concept of "play", and she remembered splashing in the stream beneath the willow trees in the gentle meadow, chasing shining minnows and wading through the shallows to overturn rocks with their soft noses to gape and squeal at the disgusting slugs beneath. But even then, her tentative friendship with the boy named Finn was short-lived. A monster stole him away from her.

"So it would seem," she agreed, tilting her head and peering at him beneath her long eyelashes with a devilish grin. She glanced towards the trees for a fleeting moment, an idea striking her just as suddenly as the slush slapped against her rear. Yseulte kicked up her heels with a start and then shook her body thoroughly, her white-blonde hair shining bright and cold in the morning light. "What's a poor girl to do...two against one." She pursed her lips to avoid smirking, and took off towards the cover of the trees, intending to even the playing field.

The score was two to one. This was unacceptable.

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Sentinel on the Cliff | Ysuelte - by Torasin - 12-12-2012, 05:03 AM
RE: Sentinel on the Cliff | Ysuelte - by Yseulte - 12-12-2012, 03:24 PM
RE: Sentinel on the Cliff | Ysuelte - by Torasin - 12-16-2012, 07:48 PM
RE: Sentinel on the Cliff | Ysuelte - by Yseulte - 12-24-2012, 04:37 AM

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