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03-27-2014, 12:27 PM
Voodoo, don't drink it. My mind screams from the inside, but I stand quietly and observe Voodoo drinking whatever liquid is in the pouch. I shift side to side, uncomfortable with this. Then Voodoo curses and I start to get worried. "What is Vodka, Rostislav?" I ask him quite sternly, wondering what on earth would make voodoo curse. Is cursing something he does often? My ears pin back as I stare at the bay unicorn. Kind of strong. I hear Voodoo's voice lace my ears and I am lost, confused in what just happened, but my features stay hard. "Perhaps you should leave, Stallion." My stare turns colder the longer I look at him. If the stallion doesn't leave, I wouldn't mind leaving myself.
I can hear Voodoo's laugh, so I turn my cranium to him. My ears stay rotated back, but aren't pinned. I hope Ros has started to leave, because I'm not a good fighter. Speaking of which, I should probably start training, if it helps. "It's not always wise to drink random liquids, at least you're safe this time" I pause for a second, sincerity in my eyes. I am naturally a sweet mare, it's not abnormal for me to try to teach this stallion a lesson that will actually be worthwhile to him. "because I don't know what I'd do with a dead, poisoned, mound of flesh." My lips arch with a trace of a smile, and my eyes are drawn to his eyes. I try to lighten the mood by flicking my ears forward now and trying to make myself more approachable. There is no need for me to be hidden in a shell. I need to learn to be more open, or I will never get friends.
Trying to change the subject, I ask him a question to spark conversation. "So, what bring you here? And, I assume your name is Voodoo, for that is what that stallion called you." I am genuinely curious about this stallion. I realize, he's actually handsome now that I can study him closer. Plus, who doesn't like a guy with a horn? I laugh inwardly, my inner goddess urging me to make a move...
So I do.
I step closer, feeling the electricity spark off of me. Perhaps he isn't encased with teenage hormones, but I am. I want to be in a relationship, something... anything. This stallion may not be able to offer me that, and I do not know if I want him to. He is young, and from experience, I've always been attracted to older stallions, but this lad is quite fine. I don't know where this conversation will take me...
but let's hope it takes me somewhere good.
I can hear Voodoo's laugh, so I turn my cranium to him. My ears stay rotated back, but aren't pinned. I hope Ros has started to leave, because I'm not a good fighter. Speaking of which, I should probably start training, if it helps. "It's not always wise to drink random liquids, at least you're safe this time" I pause for a second, sincerity in my eyes. I am naturally a sweet mare, it's not abnormal for me to try to teach this stallion a lesson that will actually be worthwhile to him. "because I don't know what I'd do with a dead, poisoned, mound of flesh." My lips arch with a trace of a smile, and my eyes are drawn to his eyes. I try to lighten the mood by flicking my ears forward now and trying to make myself more approachable. There is no need for me to be hidden in a shell. I need to learn to be more open, or I will never get friends.
Trying to change the subject, I ask him a question to spark conversation. "So, what bring you here? And, I assume your name is Voodoo, for that is what that stallion called you." I am genuinely curious about this stallion. I realize, he's actually handsome now that I can study him closer. Plus, who doesn't like a guy with a horn? I laugh inwardly, my inner goddess urging me to make a move...
So I do.
I step closer, feeling the electricity spark off of me. Perhaps he isn't encased with teenage hormones, but I am. I want to be in a relationship, something... anything. This stallion may not be able to offer me that, and I do not know if I want him to. He is young, and from experience, I've always been attracted to older stallions, but this lad is quite fine. I don't know where this conversation will take me...
but let's hope it takes me somewhere good.
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