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04-10-2013, 08:56 PM
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Nefertari
The white girl's smooth pelt was overlaid with black spirals, and turned jagged at her flanks, scars of terror that still haunted her. Moving silently, elegantly-- gracefully, the mare spotted a stallion moving like a wraith through the area. She approached slowly, with caution. Her father's lessons about strangers were not forgotten, though she hadn't paid them much heed when she was younger. Large blue eyes widened as she moved even closer, calling out in a light soprano voice; "It is good to see others about in this place. How are you, Sir?" Her speech was fluid, beautiful, lightly accented. She stood waiting patiently for the stallion's answer, never blinking, never looking anywhere else, and her chest was the only thing that moved, pushing in and out with every breath. Otherwise, she was still as stone, attention riveted on the stallion, muscles taut and ready for action. Should he try to harm her, she could escape. She could fly away and he would not be able to follow. She moved then, loosening her wings a little, then going back to stillness. Her bright, intelligent gaze was wary, fierce, and gentle at the same time-- she was a truly gentle, peaceful soul that didn't like violence, but would fight to defend herself or those she loved. Her eyes drank in the stallion's appearance, though they did not rove over him-- nay, they stayed on his face, but she could still see most of the rest of him. She always observed others. It helped her determine their strengths, though that didn't mean they couldn't still surprise her. walk walk walk "talk talk talk"  |
