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01-20-2013, 09:59 PM
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Rapha is so sweet and endearing that Ari cannot help but to smile at him, wishing fate had not wrapped her arms around his little frame. If only things had been different, Ari would have loved to have been his friend. He does not deserve this, and again that dark hatred stirs in her belly. It scares her, for she has never been one to hate. Never been one to succumb to such tasteless feelings, and she fears that her Goddess knew that. Was that why she had chosen this particular quest for Ari? Knowing that placing her in the midst of hatred and racism would make Ari darker? Ari tries not to think of that, fearing what will happen. She must trust in her Goddess, and not stray from this path. Before the cutie pie can reply, silence descends on them. The stallion is fearsome but Ari is not easily intimidated, though she acts as if she is. Acting is quite easy, she finds herself thinking. Surprise flickers over the larger stallion's face, and Ari hopes she has not chosen a bad candidate to sneak herself in with. No, she must trust in Faelene just as she trusts in her Goddess. He turns to Rapha, and Ari resists the urge to narrow her eyes. The words that fall from his lips are cutting, and Ari wishes to stand up to him. She does not believe in violence, but she does have a wide array of vocabulary that can be used quite well. It surprises her, how willing she is to throw herself into what is certainly dangerous for the other slave. Ari is a hopeless fighter, and would never fight back. Yet she would step between them? It is a thought to ponder at a different time, for the brute is turning to her now and she must focus on her acting. He is circling her, tail reaching out to flick against her hide. Ari refused to jump, stubborn but not letting it show. Keeping herself meek, though one ear follows him, and tail flickers faster with her heart. Both from fear of him and fear of being found out. What he says is rhetorical, at least to her. Though crown nods submissively to agree with him nevertheless. At last he stopped and she gave a tiny shiver of relief. Eyes of hazel flickered up to him, warm despite the washed out icy wasteland. Ari is not capable of keeping the inherent warmth of her soul from her face. Gaze flickers back down quickly, knowing that there is only a small amount of time in which she can look him in the face. "Ari, sir," she said. Tail curling up her leg, wings fluttering, all that remained to show that she descended from Pegasus parents. Briefly she wondered if that would cure the racism in this band. If they knew that despite being pureblood unicorns they could birth a hornless. Would they chase their young away, then? Athena had been born without wings, but she had been loved. Would it horrify them to know that it was possible of their children as well? |
