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10-31-2016, 10:37 AM
The seahorse’s bladed, aquamarine horn glinted ominously red as it jerked through the air, following the quick movements of her unblinking eyes as she looked from ruby-red water to the shadow-creature that perched on a rock above it. Her yellow-aqua eyes, as large and unblinking as his own, stared openly at the creature. All these mythical apparitions of the gods’ power (or so the seahorse thought) around Helovia, and she failed to gain an audience with one for the sake of Akvo.
Her tail flicked once around her hocks, barbs rattling to warn away others who might approach the warrioress in her foul mood. She had seen enough tricks—she was living one, surrounded by freshwater in a headland separated from the sea. “Treat,” her throaty voice sounded clearly, daring eyes meeting the ghoul’s pupil-less stare.
Her tail flicked once around her hocks, barbs rattling to warn away others who might approach the warrioress in her foul mood. She had seen enough tricks—she was living one, surrounded by freshwater in a headland separated from the sea. “Treat,” her throaty voice sounded clearly, daring eyes meeting the ghoul’s pupil-less stare.
Aquila chooses TREAT.
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