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Larue
Her eyes widen even more at the flash of blood filmed teeth the dark mare gave her. Some kind of impulse flared in her slender, ribby barrel (it was repulsion, but she did not know that, yet), pushing her to run away from this sight. But she couldn’t. She was too intrigued by the wicked smile and dark plum eyes that landed squarely on her. Her sprightly gait faltered only once, gangly knees hitching as she paused her steps; but she continued, closer and closer, approaching the blood-drenched girl.
Ears twitch in their forward strain as the other’s surprisingly deep voice spoke to her. There as something musical, but also foreboding in her darkly playful speech… and it drew Larue in even more. The falter of her steps ceased and her small, rose hooves quickly carried her tiny body close to the darkly violet woman and her dead doe.
“Taste it?” the young tenor of her voice came hesitantly— but her bright aqua eyes eagerly swept from the other’s dark plum to the flowing red of the deer’s gaping neck. Tentatively, her soft, pink muzzle dropped to the still warm body, small nostrils quivering as she sniffed the bright red liquid. It smelled metallic and earthy, not appetizing at all.
But she had come so far— round aquamarine eyes glance up at the larger filly, before her teacup muzzle parts, plush tongue darting out to sample the blood— “Ew-uch!” her disgust was garbled as she jerked her head up, spitting out the blood from her lips.
“You like that?!” Her voice rose in octaves with her incredulity, a frown creasing her lemon freckled brow as some ruby liquid still clung to the whiskers of her muzzle. “And I though others didn’t like the way I tasted. This has gotta be worse!” Her smart reply was punctuated with swishes of her yellow fluff tail.
Even to her fading taste buds, this had to be far worse than had face her mother made after cleaning or licking her. It just had to be.
Ears twitch in their forward strain as the other’s surprisingly deep voice spoke to her. There as something musical, but also foreboding in her darkly playful speech… and it drew Larue in even more. The falter of her steps ceased and her small, rose hooves quickly carried her tiny body close to the darkly violet woman and her dead doe.
“Taste it?” the young tenor of her voice came hesitantly— but her bright aqua eyes eagerly swept from the other’s dark plum to the flowing red of the deer’s gaping neck. Tentatively, her soft, pink muzzle dropped to the still warm body, small nostrils quivering as she sniffed the bright red liquid. It smelled metallic and earthy, not appetizing at all.
But she had come so far— round aquamarine eyes glance up at the larger filly, before her teacup muzzle parts, plush tongue darting out to sample the blood— “Ew-uch!” her disgust was garbled as she jerked her head up, spitting out the blood from her lips.
“You like that?!” Her voice rose in octaves with her incredulity, a frown creasing her lemon freckled brow as some ruby liquid still clung to the whiskers of her muzzle. “And I though others didn’t like the way I tasted. This has gotta be worse!” Her smart reply was punctuated with swishes of her yellow fluff tail.
Even to her fading taste buds, this had to be far worse than had face her mother made after cleaning or licking her. It just had to be.
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