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Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4

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12-24-2012, 11:51 AM (This post was last modified: 12-24-2012, 11:52 AM by Aryel.)

Aryel (December)
"Wait...what the--"

Rain, rain, go away. Come again when we actually need you.

Aryel slogged through the meadow, ears flicking in annoyance at the strands of itchy wet grass sticking to her sides and legs. The Frostfall snowmelt was still nourishing the plants of Helovia, why did they need a thunderstorm?! True, the grass was still recovering from an especially cold season, but drowning it wouldn't help. Casting another spiteful glance up at the dark clouds rolling overhead, she scanned the meadow for somewhere she could take refuge. She was completely sodden, wings dripping water as she moved. She didn't like flying with wet wings, they felt too heavy, and it unbalanced her. Now she would have to wait until the storm abated and her wings dried to fly.

KRRRRRRAKKK! spoke the lightning as it struck the ground somewhere in the far distance. Aryel jumped at the noise, but the bolt had illuminated a possible shelter, a tall redwood with a think trunk and branches spread in a way that seemed welcoming to the blue mare. She quickened her pace, ignoring the puddles she splashed though, determined to get to shelter.

Aryel had approached the tree in a path opposite to Crowley, and couldn't see him behind the wide trunk. She was too preoccupied with trying to shake the worst of the moisture off her coat, wings opening slightly to try and speed up their drying. Her mane was soaked and hung flat, already-mussy forelock hanging into her eyes. With a toss of her head, she moved the errant strands aside, then stopped.

What was that smell?

It was washed out from the rain, and had she not been standing a matter of feet from him she probably wouldn't have ever scented him. Cautiously, she took a few steps around the trunk, peeking her head around to see who else was sharing the redwood's shelter.

It was that godsdamn Crowley.

Aryel's eyes widened for a moment, then she scowled. "Oh no," she groaned. "Not you again." But of course she would have to have the bad luck to find herself in close proximity with that ugly striped ass once more.

"blah blah blah."

"WHAT IS THIS GYPSY MAGIC SH*T?!"

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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