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[PRIVATE] what suspicion couldn't deter;

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Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 11 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: Eight HP: 77 | Buff: ENDURE

Haldir :: Common Cerndyr :: Dark Mist Hawk

#14

08-24-2014, 09:25 PM

Imagine that if you will,
The liar lied,
He doesn't feel,
His conscience die.

His lady and he, for once, seemed to have the same idea. Gold dipped legs shift her as she seems to draw herself and conversation to a close. The golden son lets a light smile cross him. Yes, though she was the one he sought to unsettle, at least she was on his level, unlike that blue horned devil. So while she draws herself to say goodnight and parting instructions slip through her lips, the gold finds over, the conversation a success. Well, excluding the fact she completely underestimated where his weapons lay. The lady like many others thought only of the physical weapons. Let her think though, he was stupid enough to pick physical fights. One day, she’d know better.

Spanish head, still clearly visible in the dusky night, nods to his lady. Always glad to be given the task to follow is curiosity, which was rampant. Her last note though throws him off. Be home in time for the party. Smile and wave though boy. Nodding once more he watches her move off, before turning himself towards his cave. In time for their little family festival? Now the golden liked a good mask, in fact they were his favorite past time, but helping that mare put together the biggest mask of all? Eh, not likely. The world knew the Basin to be a dark heart land of evil and bullies, that’s a reputation unlikely to change, no matter how few the lady thought were converted already. Besides he didn’t like to dance, and god worshipping was not exactly his speed. Still, with everyone there would be plenty of unicorn-watching to do. After all his lady didn’t have to say he had to participate, just be there. Head rose with smugness. That little time to get to the Throat, but, worry was like dirt to the golden coat, it never stuck.

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