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Larue
Fuck yeah you can.” And the filly, already excited at the prospect of havoc, was absolutely titillated at the bad words that fell so lacksidasily from the mare’s lips. Mother would just die, and the filly was pumped.
”You there with egg,” the filly’s attention whips away from the awesome, buckskin lady to the winged, horned colt that was suddenly talking to her, ”Who you?” The filly cocked her head slightly, bright teal eyes narrowing at the staccato of @Arakh ’s speech pattern. Her gaze is drawn to the idle rustle of his wings—though he was younger than herself, he was nearly just as large already, so petite was her form and so leggy and stout was his. “I’m Larue. Who’re you?”
Her lemon-freckled face curved in a mischievous smile as he asked her opinon of the sea-man, “I don’t know but she,” her candied horn gestured towards @Shida as her voice emphasized in awe, “Is gonna blow some stuff up.” Excitement shone in her eyes as she danced on her rose-thorn hooves, accidentally sidling closer to the colt and brushing her smooth, candied skin against her grey coat.
She started away, looking from her shoulder to his, before hastily covering up her awkwardness, “You can join us!” But then her changing attention snapped to Kis as he began to speak. Her small jaw dropped open—people were going into the water? "Even if that shit works, who wants to go down and sing…” The filly nodded vigorously in agreement, fluffy forelock flapping. Though water did not melt her as heat did, it still was not comfortable to be wet.
“So what’re we gonna do?” Her pert voice question the mare, tail whipping in anticipation around her haunches. And then she looked at Arakh questioningly, “Are you going swimming? Or are you staying?”
”You there with egg,” the filly’s attention whips away from the awesome, buckskin lady to the winged, horned colt that was suddenly talking to her, ”Who you?” The filly cocked her head slightly, bright teal eyes narrowing at the staccato of @Arakh ’s speech pattern. Her gaze is drawn to the idle rustle of his wings—though he was younger than herself, he was nearly just as large already, so petite was her form and so leggy and stout was his. “I’m Larue. Who’re you?”
Her lemon-freckled face curved in a mischievous smile as he asked her opinon of the sea-man, “I don’t know but she,” her candied horn gestured towards @Shida as her voice emphasized in awe, “Is gonna blow some stuff up.” Excitement shone in her eyes as she danced on her rose-thorn hooves, accidentally sidling closer to the colt and brushing her smooth, candied skin against her grey coat.
She started away, looking from her shoulder to his, before hastily covering up her awkwardness, “You can join us!” But then her changing attention snapped to Kis as he began to speak. Her small jaw dropped open—people were going into the water? "Even if that shit works, who wants to go down and sing…” The filly nodded vigorously in agreement, fluffy forelock flapping. Though water did not melt her as heat did, it still was not comfortable to be wet.
“So what’re we gonna do?” Her pert voice question the mare, tail whipping in anticipation around her haunches. And then she looked at Arakh questioningly, “Are you going swimming? Or are you staying?”
Larue STAYS ON BEACH
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