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09-22-2014, 11:16 PM
The fae is terrified. Absolutely, entirely terrified. At first, she can barely move, but then she tries desperately, and in vain, to escape me. A tree blocks her first escape path. I swear, I didn't plant that there. I watch with masked amusement as she backs away, trying to escape but clearly not able to think clearly enough to find a safe path. And then, what is just pathetic, is she starts to beg for her life. Pleading with the terror of one who sees her life flashing before her eyes. I make a face of disgust. I do not like spending my time listening to such pathetic beings. But then, such is the prey animal. I would never beg. Ever. But, I am a tiger. She is a simpleton, as most equines are. I sigh, my amusement vanishing like a puff of smoke.
"Please, do not waste my time with your pitiful attempts to appeal to my better nature." I speak coldly, my eyes offering no solace for the panicking mare. "I am not here to eat you. If I were, I'd have begun already." I huff, and resettle myself. I'd better be comfortable if I'm going to have to sit here through her blathering. Here I am, trying to be polite, and she just panics. I don't have time for madness like this. A paw rises to my lips and I lick it, beginning to bathe myself. I can always just wait until she calms down before I try to engage her in conversation again. I'd like to know more about this frail-minded individual. At least her name and where she lives would be nice. I need to know the scent that she is covered in. What herd is she from? Illynx said stay away from those in the World's Edge, but I don't know what they smell like different from any others. If she can identify herself, I'll know if she is the smell of those I should not eat, or if she is one that I am allowed to... taste. WC: 344 Tag: @[Jahzara] SAFFRON |
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*You may do anything you wish with Saffron excluding dismemberment and death.
