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08-20-2013, 09:01 AM
Illynx
It was her turn to overstep everyone else's words, her dainty ears rising with pleasure to catch the words of the sea-marked unicorn mare who was known as Flordeperia. "Let's go," was all she said, but the deep lines of the pleased smile that marked the corporal's face were marks of a grin not born entirely from having merely succeeded. The deeply chestnut unicorn had looked at each of the voices of the Edge in turn, the most intriguing of expressions having crossed her face upon the entrance of Lord Bat-wings Duchanar; it was a promising sign, truly, to see such contempt write it's way across a strangers face as their eyes befell the heinous creatures that dared call themselves a part of any species at all, though whether Flordeperia was racist through her heart as Illynx herself was could not be determined so quickly.Still, she thought, it looked as if she had just put acid in her mouth. A nod and genuine grin was given to the newest member of the Aurora Basin and, Illynx hoped that her assumptions on the nature of this one, soon the Plague. She gave a quick glance to Descaro as Flordeperia slipped behind him, her feminine charms ablaze, and didn't favor the Edge recruiters with much more than a swish of a thick and dreamily long tail as her lithe frame twisted towards the direction of home. "Surely, it is a fair hike up the mountain; we shouldn't waste our time hanging about among such company." And, with a final pause to insure her company left all together, the golden mare turned tail upon the Threshold, her lips spitting what amiable advice and chatter she could think of on the way back home. if I only could make a deal with God.
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