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Metamorphosis

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
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Lace


He sees the light die away in her gaze and hates himself for killing that rare smile. Lace gave his young friend a pleading look that urged her to try and understand his concerns, his fear of being the spark that kindled the flames of chaos once more. he didn't want to bring death and madness onto anyone, least of all to these two youngsters who had already seen too much. Fajira echo the sentiment by coming in to land on the filly's red back, careful not to nick the supple skin with her talons should she be allowed to settle; a soft purr spill from her half-open mouth, soothing as she tried to reassure Tandavi. There was no way they wouldn't be happy to see her, no way Lace would refrain from pulling her into the tightest of embraces - if he just could.

The stallion's worried expression brighten into a surprised smile however as the blonde filly burst out talking, stammering while revealing her gift.
"That's great" Lace said warmly. She doesn't have to finish the sentence for the horse and his dragon to understand the message. "I'm happy for you. Why the Throat though, why didn't you...?"

But he broke off before he had time to finish the question, distracted by the appearance of the strangers. Sooted ears ticked backwards ever so slightly as first an abnormally colored mare appeared (seeming suitably embarrassed at having barged into this rather private conversation) only to be joined by a stallion that smelled of predator and some odorous liquid that made the Silverthorn wrinkle his nose in distaste. The greeting of the stranger was met with a curt nod and a suspicious scrutiny that would have made Lace scoff indignantly had he received it from another - he could hear the White hiss faintly, barely able to contain her displeasure at the interruption.

"Can I help you?" he said quietly and slipped forward on quiet hooves, intending to move between Tandavi and the strangers. But as he did so he felt a sudden pressure start to mount in the head, a high pitched tone growing louder in his ears; he sucked in a breath but couldn't seem to chase the sensation that he didn't get any air. In sudden suspicion the seasoned old horse stared around, moving his gaze from horse to horse to see who was casting this magic - for surely that's what it had to be, it was the only explanation he could find for this peculiar sensation. He looked from Rostislav to Alija, then noticed the intensity of Tavi's gaze as she stared at the newcomers.

"Tandavi,!" he gasped sharply, the reprimand sharp and clear even despite his obviously winded state.
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Messages In This Thread
Metamorphosis - by Lace - 07-07-2014, 01:48 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Tandavi - 07-07-2014, 04:56 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Lace - 07-07-2014, 05:26 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Alija - 07-07-2014, 05:33 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Rostislav - 07-07-2014, 10:03 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Tandavi - 07-10-2014, 12:43 AM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Lace - 07-10-2014, 06:36 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Amaris - 07-10-2014, 09:39 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Alija - 07-10-2014, 11:39 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Rostislav - 07-11-2014, 11:38 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Tandavi - 07-13-2014, 01:56 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Lace - 07-13-2014, 02:26 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Amaris - 07-17-2014, 06:29 AM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Alija - 07-19-2014, 01:18 AM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Rostislav - 07-21-2014, 12:04 AM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Tandavi - 07-27-2014, 02:02 PM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Lace - 07-28-2014, 06:05 AM
RE: Metamorphosis - by Amaris - 07-31-2014, 10:07 PM

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