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04-13-2013, 06:09 PM
 THE PLAGUE
Snö
Snö did not offer her name and the silence dragged on, taffy being pulled to its greatest extent, fiddling and twisting, spinning sugary tendrils, but never did it quite snap. Her slim, delicate ears flick and twist, catching sound of another's voice, this time familiar, quiet and slightly breathless and so rather naive to this world. Yes, Snö remembered her, the black gazelle, for her particular wonder of this land, curiosity of everything. The white lady, as she considers herself so wonderfully refined and elegant, blinks slowly, extravagantly so, and hides a sigh. Sometimes she has to wonder if the clinging black unicorn is even capable of being independent. The little red monster pulsing inside her, pushing against her skin, looking to worm its way out, pushes harder against her sides, nearly sending her to burst with its rage and impatience at this world, almost tipping her over to snap into angry words and hard eyes. Valka did not deserve the cruelty however, and so Snö inhales sharply, doing her best to contain the anger.
Hiding this close-to-surface impatience, Snö tips a graceful smile towards Valka, as arrogant and beautiful as ever. "Hello, friend. Have you enjoyed your time in the Basin?" Snö hadn't seen her about much- Valka had simply been blending into the background, hardly able to be plucked out among all the other indistinct unicorns of the snowscape. Valka proceeds on to ask a question, and Snö winces tenderly at the question. Did she really think that Snö would be letting a trespasser stand here without complaint or a fight? Or that Snö would not call for a back-up party? The varnish gritted her teeth, pushing down the snarling rage inside her. "Valka, do you think this mare would smell of Basin if she was an outsider?" Snö growled softly. Her ears pricked at Chernobyl's sarcasm as she began to move away. "C'mon Valka, let's see where this pert girl is going." Snö sighed, picking up a trot after the strange-horned mare, wondering mildly where she was going. SPY  |
