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01-24-2013, 10:54 AM
![[Image: 246jts2.jpg]](http://i50.tinypic.com/246jts2.jpg) The questions remained unanswered as her mind worked its way toward an answer. Did she want to follow the Unicorn as he turned abruptly from the moment, glancing back to bid fare-wells and melting back into the foliage. Despite their brief encounter there was a tug at her chest, some kind of desperation that leapt forth when he disappeared from view. He was the only horse that she knew so far if ten minutes of her life counted as getting to know someone. She looked back up at Thor, the beast of a horse that sported wings simply too small for his look. He was huge, he could take her out in a manner of seconds and she never would have had a chance. Spindly legs trembled slightly at the thought, her wispy tail dancing across her ham-strings as she pondered. Coming to the threshold she had expected to be ignored and simply align herself with the outcast group anyway, but this Thor put a spin on things. The scenario no longer followed sequence in her brain and so she was forced to pick apart the train-wreck and start all over again. White eyes focussed intensely on the draft pegasus, pegasus, although a dis-advantaged one in the aspect of flight. Thor, Vermillion, Outcast, The edge... The Edge it was. On top of that decision was a feeling that left her small chest expanded yet winded of useful air as her nostrils flared, lifting her chiseled nose toward the giant. Her mother would have chosen the same path as she, choosing the comfort of a herd over the lonely life-style of an outcast. Is that why Baron did it? Is that why she stretched her neck toward Thor without really understanding why she was doing it? Did she want a homely life where she could grow fat on green grass while the days passed her by. Friends and family that would become her kin through hardship and herd correlation. Is that what she wanted? Baron sniffed at him, Thor. Her tongue swiping across the smell as she implanted the scent into her memory, now she would be able to recognize him from a crowd. Then again she doubted she would need any form of memory to pick this creature out from a group. He was, a living mountain after-all. "I suppose...It is the Edge if-if you would have me.." She muttered loosely. `Featuring Red Baron. `Word count 510 `Tagged anyone `Ooc: I'm so sorry this took so long D: I'd love for her and Verm to meet again <3 |
