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Everybody loved a good roll, and Nyx was no different. Her mother had been repulsed by it, loathing the green stains that she got on her pristine pelt, and Nyx had received many a beating for coming home brown rather than grey. Something about this meadow's lush grass was just too inviting to pass up, though, and the silver mare was soon on her back with her black legs flailing in the air. She didn't give a monkeys if she could be seen, and quite happily thrashed from side to side like a beached whale until her every itch was scratched. When she returned to all fours, she twisted her neck to examine her sides, noting that they were now covered with grass stains - fortunately her mother wasn't anywhere around to kick seven bells out of her, and she contented herself with shaking to remove the worst of the clotting mud and grass blades. She trotted forwards, happy as a clam, looking for a suitable patch to graze in. As she did, she noticed another set of legs waving in the air, and wondered mildly if perhaps this corner of Helovia grew horse-leg-plants in its meadows. But the limbs soon disappeared to be replaced by a stallion, a pegasus...or was he? The iron lady's eyes widened as she noted the deer-like protuberences on his head, and she was forced to consider the fact that he could be both pegasus and unicorn, a combination she had not seen in all her days. She advanced on him, gawking openly at his bizarre markings and decorations (and definitely not staring at his fine muscles, no way, definitely not). He even had a bone through his nose, and Nyx wondered how the hell he'd managed to get that in there. She was so focused on him that she didn't see the snake lurking in the grass nearby, which was just as well - her natural fear of predators extended to snakes, especially the venomous sort, and she likely would have made a complete fool of herself as she had done with d'Artagnan's hellhound. "What are you?" she found herself asking, oblivious to just how rude that was. Her frozen gaze drifted between his horns, wings and accessories, and it took all her self-control not to go over and start prodding at him like a mad scientist. |
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[OPEN] The World
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RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 06:57 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 07:21 PM
RE: The World - by Archibald - 12-19-2013, 08:15 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 09:04 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 09:23 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 12:14 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-20-2013, 01:00 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 07:05 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-23-2013, 02:03 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-26-2013, 09:01 PM
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