| Dragon's Throat Soldier |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.4 :: 4 |
| FennecFyre |
Aryel (December)
"Wait...what the--"
Aryel walked through the Threshold forests with some amount of trepidation. After all, the last time she had come here, she had gotten into a fight with a very arrogant pair of unicorns. But she had found herself drawn to the stretch of tall pines yet again, seeking a little shade relief during a particularly hot day. Maybe nothing as...eventful would happen this time. Maybe she could just have a quiet graze for a while.
"STOP IT! GO AWAY!"
Maybe not.
Aryel's head turned in the direction of the noise, ears up and forward, trying to catch any other voices. Was someone in trouble in there? She wasn't about to just ignore it. Her rank may have dictated her loyalty was primarily to the Dragon's Throat, but she would be pretty cruel horse to ignore a shout like that. She galloped off in the direction of the shout, scanning the forest for other horses.
She saw the mare's bright pink mane before she saw the mare herself, a color she had only seen before on flowers. What kind of horse had such a colorful mane? Stranger still, she seemed to be alone, which made Aryel wonder who she had been talking to. She seemed visibly upset at well. Concerned, Aryel slowed her pace and trotted forward. "Are you okay?" she asked the mare. "I heard shouting."
"blah blah blah."
"WHAT IS THIS GYPSY MAGIC SH*T?!"
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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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revenge isn't.. everything.. is it? {open~}
