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03-09-2014, 08:39 PM
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The sound of another voice startled Moniz. The pony rocketed to her hooves, her tiny ears flying back into a mess of black hair as she rooted the protective trunks of her forelegs in front of the makeshift nest. Below, the gila monster burrowed beneath the decaying gray leaves. Moniz arose ready to fight, but the unsettling pair appeared to hold no ill will towards the newborn companion. She glowered angrily, annoyed that she had both wasted effort and been made to look foolish. At least the introduction came quickly; the bone-covered mare labelled herself Confutatis while Moniz’s eyes roved boldly along the curves of the macabre armor. The muscles that had plastered her ears back loosened slowly, letting them settle at a more comfortable angle. Her jaw unclenched and she answered with humorless indignation, “Moniz, and I am no lamb.” She paused, letting her none-too-quick mind find something suitably clever and impressive to tack on. “I lie with the lions. What about you?” The pony, for all her inferior size and only average intellect, was an unintimidated creature. She never faltered as she openly appraised Confutatis and the dark scoundrel at her side despite their unsettling appearance and unexpected intrusion. I could take them. Easy. As if confirming this to herself, she puffed herself up, stretching her stubby legs to bring herself to the biggest height she could possibly achieve. Below her, Darco began to rustle beneath the heavy blanket of leaves and twigs. His whole body could be completely covered by one average, hoof-sized leaf. Laboriously, he clawed his way staggeringly towards Moniz’s front legs. Finally, a smooth yellow head poked out from behind her left hoof. The pony felt soft newborn claws grip against her heel bulb as Darco steadied himself and settled again, content now that his cool skin rested against her warmth. Moniz glanced down at him, trying to move him back into the protective bedding, but she could think of no way to do it without possibly crushing the delicate creature. Her dark eyes rose again to Confutatis’s deathly face, unintentionally holding her breath as she awaited some reaction. |
