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[OPEN] astra inclinant, sed non obligant [anyone]

Airlia Posts: 29
Deceased atk: 6.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 7 :Frostfall HP: 58.0 | Buff: NOVICE
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Airlia

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"
Having grown bored of the dark trees and creepy sounds the spider mare left the towering trees. Shedding the darkness like a thousand pound cloak her horned head lifted. A deep breath enlarged her nostrils as her delicate head reached towards the sky. She needed to find some company before she lost her mind. Shaking her slender body the mare sighed as muscles relaxed. Excitement flooded her breast causing her body to lift from the ground. Her cloven hooves struck out at the brisk air. With a sharp cry she lunged forward. It had been forever since she had so much as heard another horse slinking through the trees, and even longer since she had stretched her legs.

Laughter bubbled from her lips as the bleak sun warmed what it could. She raced through Helovia the wind whipping at her mane and lion tail. Her eyes sparkled brightly as she rushed forward. After what felt like days she came to a halt. Her sides heaving, sweat covering her blood bay coat. It was exhilarating to feel so free and so out of breath. Her soft lips were lifted up in a breathless smile. Still panting she made her way to deeper into the field. Silver eyes fell on a mare shorter than herself and plucking flowers. She fights the instinct to race over and flatten the plants she is busy with. She wanted company after all and pissing the only horse around probably wasn't the best way to keep her around.

Smiling brightly the sweaty mare pranced over eyes rolling back at the pleasant smell of the violet flowers. Her voice was warm and welcoming (abnormal for her), "Hello miss! What are you doing, and would you like help?" She grinned brightly and stopped out of immediate range and looked her over. She was much to short and thick to have any regal blood in her veins. Her head lifted as her tail snaked out behind her. She had to give the mare two things though. Her coloring was beautiful, and her horn was spectacular; spiraled and dangerous looking. She eyed her carefully for a moment carefully hiding her diastase of offering help to  peasant. Instead she merely smiled and tried to look helpful and innocent.

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RE: astra inclinant, sed non obligant [anyone] - by Airlia - 10-14-2016, 12:05 AM

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