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Hellä
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Hellä continued to eat the grass until she felt bored with the taste. Her legs ventured her up the path to a large spawning palace of glowing mushrooms. She drew in the scent and then exhaled, white vapor rolling from her nostrils. They were poisonous, of course. Her tail flicked with temper, but she moved away to the ones that weren’t so close to the glowing walls.

She inched closer to the water side, catching the sight of a few mushrooms here and there. Her muzzle lowered and she took a small sniff. They seemed alright, no potential whiff of poison. Hellä took a tiny bite from one and then paused. Something lingered in the air and it caught the attention of the young warrior. Her eyes tilted to the corner as she glanced at a white figure, with what seemed to be black spots. The orbs turned back to the mushrooms as a slight smirk curled from the edge of her dark libs. Hellä took one more bite after another and then stopped, perking her ears and turning her head to look at the muscular stud. “Damn mushrooms,” she muttered, but loud enough for the male to hear. “I knew there was something a little… tasty about them.” She giggled and started walking toward him, her tail swinging from side to side.

Maybe Hellä didn’t have to hide her flirty side anymore, because really, she had wanted to show it for a long time. It was the best part of her personality besides being a soldier. Being a warrior was nothing to joke about and she loved her position dearly, but sometimes, the poor mare wanted to show her other side, the less… Bloody side. She didn’t always want to play ‘fight or die’ game, it got boring at times. She didn’t mind the gore that the battling consisted, only that she had done it so many times; it just got exhausting.

Hellä grew closer to the frost-bitten steed and smiled, whipping her tail as it tried to cling to his chest. Her eye lashes fluttered and she rolled her orbs as she walked closer from the behind, circling him as if she were a preying lion. “What has the panting cat brought to me this time?” She snickered and then aimed to bump his shoulders on the left side. Hellä’s muzzle tried to draw closer towards his withers, but she held back and instead walked to the front. Her tail tried to aim again, but this time slashing for his face.

“What’s your name, boy?”


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A Girl's Mortality - by Hellä - 02-09-2014, 01:35 PM
RE: A Girl's Mortality - by Mauja - 02-11-2014, 06:30 AM
RE: A Girl's Mortality - by Hellä - 02-12-2014, 12:26 AM
RE: A Girl's Mortality - by Mauja - 02-14-2014, 07:01 AM
RE: A Girl's Mortality - by Hellä - 03-03-2014, 10:42 AM

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