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04-12-2013, 05:40 PM
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it's been written in the scars on our hearts The unicorn was not the only one who lurked in the shadows, seemingly bending them to her will, allowing the mists to wash over her, swallow her whole so that when she did pull herself from them, she seemed to be made of the foggy substance. Mirage stood before them as Kaj greeted this new mare with a gentle smile and friendly caress, though one glance at this new minx spoke leagues of how deeply her affections already ran for him. Was it puppy love, a devastating crush? Or true, ardent, honest and eager love? Golden eyes peered from one adult to another, and just as silently, subtly, two fillies crept up along both her sides, touching their mother with their soft muzzles, curious as to why she observed whatever interested her from the hidden clutches of the mists. With a brush of her maw against each of their brows, the mare gave the silent signal for them to remain hidden, asking Akaith to keep watch on them so that they did not disturb the group. The fillies didn't mind - as fascinating as it was to watch adults talk, they often found their own means of entertainment far more satisfying. And with Akaith as their sitter, perhaps they would earn a dragon tale for their time. With a kind smile the little shadow mare then pulled away from the hybrids even as Akaith dancing on the breeze and led them further into the woods. The smile disappeared from her lips, but remained in the gentle spark behind her golden eyes as she approached the pegasus and his unicorn friend. With little hesitation the dark one reached out to brush her maw against Kaj's taut shoulder in greeting, knowing him to be a loyal fellow with strong morals and a solid heart. It was admirable, the manner in which he lived his life, and she was glad to have him in her ranks. Her eyes then alighted upon this dark femme, upon whose cheek there existed a silky, spider web marking - one that reminded her so sorely of Lace she was almost silenced permanently. But she swallowed her heartache, her longing for his companionable company, before nodded her tiara to the belle and offering a handful of words with her warm, accented tones. "Greetings Scarter, and welcome to the World's Edge. I am Mirage." |
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