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07-07-2014, 06:02 PM
Lace
"Quick with the flames as always, I see" a voice commented dryly some distance away as fire shot up around the mare. Lace wasn't sure what he thought was worse, the horrific translucence of the unicorns body, where the crimson heart pulsed in fleshy convulsions, or the fickle temper of the brilliantly glowing deity that appeared to flare in denial of the lady's request. Uncouth as it had been, was there any reason to scorch the skin off her legs just to keep the flowers to himself?
He approached the gathering with some wariness, quietly eying the horses that had been drawn to the god like moths to a fire. Out of all the pretty ladies, the only familiar face he could see had turned to leave by the time he arrived, and the grullo couldn't say he blamed her. The heat of those dazzling fires weren't to be taken lightly - he knew that all too well, still carried the gilded scars from the first time he had crossed paths with the lord of light too.
Still, for some reason the vagabond stallion didn't feel that scared as he studied the slender god with critical eyes. It was fascination and curiosity as much as anything that had attracted him to the elevated meadow, purely aside from his desire to graze from the dewy greens, a kind of daredevil elation that bid him to start this dangerous play with fire. The nature of this entity was so far removed from anything Lace knew, so different from the mundane processes of thought of ordinary people, that the very mortal bouts of anger or arrogance he had become infamous for almost seemed amusing. Like a child throwing a tantrum because everyone didn't look at him. Not that he'd ever say it to the Sun God's face, of course. He didn't have a death wish.
"What's up with the flowers?" he continued, tilting the head with a half teasing, half curious smile as he looked between the intimidating stallion and the resplendent blossoms, carefully ignoring the chastising voice of his bonded who told him to hold his tongue while he still had one.
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ooc: Not participating in the drop, Lace just want to talk. :)
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