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10-31-2016, 02:44 PM
Heavy on her feet, Neph stayed back toward the outskirts of the full moon gathering. She should of been heading back to the Throat, her due date creeping ever closer, but the caravan of equines had drawn her off her path. What she finds isn't what she expected, and the warrioress keeps a skeptical look on her face as she watched the impish creature and listened to the masses throw 'trick' or 'treat' towards it when it asked.
Any other day, she might have picked trick. Break up the monotony she seemed to have fallen into, give her a reason to fight or box something in the jaw with a good right hoof. Alas, she can't. It's not herself she has to think about, her swollen sides are, and the babes which rest within. A snort vibrated from her pierced nose as her neck raised to hold her head high.
She might've been feeling sorry for herself, but she's not about to let it show. "Treat."
Nephele chooses TREAT
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.”
― Terry Pratchett
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