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08-24-2014, 09:07 PM
This herd was just full of so many clever unicorns. Just look how we all can pull out a quick sneer, a hot smirk, and a searing comeback. There’s such unity and bonding happening in the contest to prove who has the sharpest wit, and cleanest tact. Yep, the golden could laugh was gentle ease as the knocked up mare sasses at him, because hey, that’s just how this herd got its crazy on. Not that the twin horned would ever judge his fellow herd mates though, he after all, was trying to stir up even more crazy in this fun little family. That though, did not include a child or two. So he laughs, rough chuckle running through those smirked lips, a perfect representation of a Basiner. “Sorry honey, I could never get that drunk.” His lady even slips in a quick snap of sass, see what a happy family they all are? The golden man merely smirks at her, before turning back to the dark mare’s parting remarks.
The Spanish head dips in a good-bye, slightly curious still that the question of parentage remained unanswered. A rousing night of heat and passion that little bump suggested was not likely to be forgotten. The mare had to know who helped her make her doomed little bundle. Her avoidance of the question only raised more suspicions. Humor and sarcasm are a good little illusion trick, but they’re only distractions from the truth. And in a few months the truth will out. Whether she was ashamed of the sire, or wanting to forget the unfortunate incident would not long be able to hide behind words. Looks don’t lie.
Lost in his train of thought and of watching the mare grow smaller in the distance, it takes his ladies words to pull him back. Smile, still warm and humorous looks to the three remaining. His lady is cutting it short though. Might as well, the fun of the evening was obviously over now that the jokes were cast, oh wait there’s still a tigress. Looking down to her the gold nods, though noting the curious final note of the gilded blade. A spark grows in his eyes, so someone to do the Basin dirty work. About time. For now it was time for them to go to their caves and dream of the chaos each planned. “A pleasure Saffron, hesitate not if you desire my company.” For he will certainly be looking for your business later. One last smile to his lady and the golden moved off to finally enjoy his well earned meal.
OOC ::I'm soooo late, so sorry. Also, this post is really sarcastic. o.0 Curious....
"speech"
One, Ten, Fifty
How many drinks did it take,
to get that stallion lusty?
How many drinks did it take,
to get that stallion lusty?
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