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11-15-2016, 05:19 PM
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"You goat-horned bastard!" What in the world? Sohalia the Transcended was interrupted in her work by the angry, nonsensical roar from somewhere nearby. The voice was unfamiliar to her, and so with a questioning look to Astraeus, she turned away from the metal that she had been pulling from beneath the sand and started toward the sound. Who was so angry at what she could only assume was a dual-horned unicorn? Had the Aurora Basin returned to its old ways and attacked someone that now resided in the Dragon's Throat? She could not say that she knew all of those who lived here anymore, after all, having made herself rather scarce in the time since Gaucho's death. But as she crested a dune, her wings half-spread for balance, she saw a most peculiar sight. The stallion Volterra, who had been named Gladiator in a controversial display by their absentee Sultana, stood splay-legged with his head tucked between his knees, gaping rather comically at his... stomach? Sohalia tilted her head, leaning slightly to the side, peering at whatever it was that held the stallion's attention so. Seeing nothing, she leaned further, lowering her head, searching... She was about to give up when she realized that what the stallion was staring so incredulously at was the very thing that made him a stallion - and it was tiny. Her head shot up as she looked quickly away, embarrassed to have been staring at his... considerably lacking manhood. Her brows were raised and her mouth was quirked into a small smile. In spite of herself, she was tickled; this was a massive stallion, nearly rivalling even Gaucho's masculine presence, and yet he had perhaps the smallest "Talk talk talk." @Volterra - xDDDDD |
| Sohalia I built this city just to bring it to its knees |
