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02-11-2015, 04:31 PM
Beauty may be skin deep But cruelty runs clear to the bone. The feathered vixen is nothing if not determined, though the use of said determination is questionable. Her past encounter with the God of the Falls has left her out of sorts – not even the spotted boy can understand the chaotic and torrential streams of her thoughts at present. She is acting as arrogant as ever, sneaking away from the couples who have remained around the God to be about her own business; she has no desire to be discovered by her late herd now. “Come on,” she demands just before she lunges for a bucket, swinging it around without a care in the world for whomever she may hit. “We got shtuff to do.” Without a second glance at either the silver stag or her gawking boy, the beauty sets off at a thunderous pace towards the snow and frost of the Steppe. The crystalline place where she has been reunited with Gull has been on her mind ever since – the God hadn’t been clear in his commands, anyway; surely the loose powder will be safe enough to drink. A grunt is the bird’s only greeting to the pristine figure of the mare preceding her, and like a swan gracefully diving into a pond, she plunges her face – bucket and all – into the fluffy white piles of snow around her. This will have to do. @[Gull] {THIS BEEN CRASHED, DAWG} "Talk talk talk."  |
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