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how things change [cosette, open]

Quilyan Posts: 206
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zarina :: Pygmy Marmoset :: Quantum Leap ChaoticMelodies
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But when his heart was lifted up, and his mind hardened in pride...
Quilyan
...he was deposed from his kingly throne, and they took his glory from him.


The mare is a beauty, there is no doubt about it. She is a bay, but odd white markings cover her body, particularly her hindquarters. A long, flowing mane sports streaks of white, and her unicorn heritage is betrayed as much by the leonine tail as the horn on her forehead. As pretty as she may be, however, he finds himself comparing her to Resplendence. Her mane is not as long and silky, her coloring not as lovely, her eyes not as deep. Not that he has gotten close enough to see her eyes yet, but he assumes it anyway. His bonded chirps as she scrambles to a place perched upon his poll. He can feel her exasperation, and though she cannot yet communicate in words, he chuckles at her unspoken berating.

The mare's voice is warm and kind, and he smiles at her with genuine affection and charm. Despite his obsession with Resplendence, he cannot help but flirt with femmes - it is his nature, after all - and though he will feel guilty later, he continues the trend with this one. "Hello, fair lady," he calls, bowing his head slightly with respect. He can feel Zarina grasp for mane to keep from falling, and though he sends an apology through the bond, she begins to chitter angrily at him, no doubt lecturing him on responsibility. "Hush, little one," he tells her, using the bond to convince her to comply with his will. The marmoset settled, grumbling, though she kept a hold on his mane.

"My name is Quilyan," he informed her. "Might you be kind enough to divulge yours, m'lady?" There was a slight smirk on his face, his orbs twinkling with mischief. It was all in good fun, and he made it quiet obvious that this was so with a wink. She sounded like a nice enough fae, and he always enjoyed chatting with good company. That is, if she didn't mind his meaningless advances.

[W/C | ---]
Walk walk walk.
Talk talk talk.
Think think think.

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Messages In This Thread
how things change [cosette, open] - by Quilyan - 02-19-2013, 09:57 PM
RE: how things change [cosette, open] - by Cosette - 02-24-2013, 08:00 PM
RE: how things change [cosette, open] - by Quilyan - 03-14-2013, 03:50 PM
RE: how things change [cosette, open] - by Cosette - 03-19-2013, 01:33 PM

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