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02-06-2013, 08:38 PM
He curtly cut her off. "You will not be asking the questions runt, and I will not leave my hidden spot, Beast." He wanted to eat her? What kind of demented pig was this? Oh look. Der is prinz charming come to rescue you. Oh no prinz! It couldn't be Loki. It was nearly impossible. Why would he come to a cave during a fucking blizzard. What intrigued the mare was her boundless curiosity and lust to know. She isolated herself to the back of the cave. Prince Charming? She recalled her calling her 'Prince' that when they had met. Could it really be him?
She silently slipped to the front of the cave to see a silhouetted figure. Pig or Stallion? It was distorted, and she couldn't tell, but it looked like Loki.. Eerily she darted closer. She was lanky an stood in the snow about a foot lower than the pig. She gave a subtle nicker only to be greeted with tusks. She literally glitched out. She reared high, but the deep snow held her hooves. A slightly to high rear seemed to end her life as she flipped backward onto her back. She thrashed her legs and jumped back onto all fours. She hopped to the cave where the ice slipped her deeper. What was this? Everything was against her... She lowered her butt,, but slid anyways. She slid to the back of the cave where the dead end smacked her. She didn't fall this time. Her leg bent awkwardly back as she stood then straightened it. Severe pain banded around her knees and hock. She focused on not making a sound. A limp mare would only benefit the pig.
She silently slipped to the front of the cave to see a silhouetted figure. Pig or Stallion? It was distorted, and she couldn't tell, but it looked like Loki.. Eerily she darted closer. She was lanky an stood in the snow about a foot lower than the pig. She gave a subtle nicker only to be greeted with tusks. She literally glitched out. She reared high, but the deep snow held her hooves. A slightly to high rear seemed to end her life as she flipped backward onto her back. She thrashed her legs and jumped back onto all fours. She hopped to the cave where the ice slipped her deeper. What was this? Everything was against her... She lowered her butt,, but slid anyways. She slid to the back of the cave where the dead end smacked her. She didn't fall this time. Her leg bent awkwardly back as she stood then straightened it. Severe pain banded around her knees and hock. She focused on not making a sound. A limp mare would only benefit the pig.
