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You're Coming With Me. || Arah, open

Angora Posts: 71
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 15hh :: Died at 6yo Buff: NOVICE
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Regal, profound, and delicate. Her akhal-teke form supports those things, yet she had yet to see her prisoner. It would not do with the golden girl if Arah was even the slightest bit prettier. Loki would jump right on that, and that would be miserable. Angora had yet to see Arah's youthful glow. She had yet to see the mare's frosty white bode. She had yet two see two antlers wrapped in a lux beige shade. Arah had yet to see Angora's personality, and appearance.

Angora's nimble and lithe bode easily swung and turned it's way into the basin. Hiding behind a new object every once and a while, Angora snuck farther and farther into the basin. She saw no Arah. All she saw were horns. Horns here, horns there, and beards, and beards. Were unicorns really this hideous? They had lion tails and beards? Angora snickered at the thought of this beauty and a beard.

Angora had been clever, if these unicorns were as stupid and imperialist as she thought they would, the had a plan for her no horn. Eh, they probably weren't that stupid. Still, Angora and her stealth ridden frame caravaned the scenery, quiet, yet deadly. How was she suppose to take Arah? She could smuggle her across... Why was this so fucking hard?

Angora, lately, had been stranger. She had been oblivious to obvious facts, but then pulled out the so well hidden things. How was this? How was Angora doing this? She didn't have magic for this. She only had magic for seducing, and why the fuck would she use this on the deer she stocked?


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You're Coming With Me. || Arah, open - by Angora - 03-09-2013, 11:50 AM

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