| Dragon's Throat Soldier |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4 |
| FennecFyre |
Aryel
I'm through accepting limits / 'cause someone says they're so.
(I think I'll just say this thread happened before the December effects got to her)
Aryel whisked her tail as Levi returned her call, then began trotting towards them, breaking into a gallop as she neared the pair, then slowing, throwing up a small cloud of sand as her hooves dug into the soft ground. "Hey, Levi. What's up?" she asked, a happy expression on her face. She turned to regard the newcomer. "Make a new friend?"
The horse looked to be much younger than Levi or herself, just barely come into adulthood, yet still having the form and probably the mindset of a younger horse. Her coloration, dark with a silvery mane, made her look so much like Levi that Aryel wondered if this filly was a younger sister or cousin.
She listened as she spoke to Levi, the smile slipping from her face to be replaced by a look of concern. As the newcomer finished her tail, Aryel laid her ears back. "That's horrible." she said. "What kind of sicko would want to kill his own family?"
With a decisive nod, Aryel stopped a hoof. "Well, if your daddy comes knocking, we'll send him away with a couple nasty wounds." she said. "Throat horses always look out for eachother. That is, if you're here to join the herd." she added, suddenly worried she might sound presumptuous.
"blah blah blah."
Some things I cannot change / but until I try I'll never know.
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Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
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