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[OPEN] Hail Brethren {Joining}

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Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: six (ages in Tallsun) HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Ettore :: Red-Tailed Hawk :: None Abba
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Hello. The word was the first thing to reach her as she inched her way closer and closer to where the winged creature was standing. Vibrations shooting up through her legs as she felt all of the tension in his frame. Muscles tensed, trembling slightly in a form of anxiety. Was the stag okay? Was someone coming after him that he was so worried about his safety he had decided to come here?

And, as she gazed at him, awaiting his reaction, she could feel a sudden shift in his frame. His entire body flexed in order to take a step back as if there was something wrong with her. As if she carried the plague itself and her curse of blindness would descend upon his soul if he got too close.

Sadness twirled around in her brain, dropping her head ever so slightly in dismay that no one could ever truly act normal around the one who was blind yet actually carried more sight that some of the others who had the gift of seeing the colours. He stared back at her, a smile twitching on his lips before his baritone voice pulled back out into the sky. Pleasure to meet her. No 'miss'. Finally, someone was not placing her at a higher level of authority than she was.

Pheonix. She repeated the names in her cranium a few times, feeling his inhale and the slight tremble of the intake of breath before he allowed his voice to pull back out again. He would like to join. "Pleasure is mine, Phoenix," she offered, gently tilting her head to the side. "You would like to join us. Well... in that case. What might you be willing to offer us, sir?" she questioned, flicking her tail to the side.

If he really felt like she was the plague, she was prepared to be questioned with what she could offer. After all, what really can a blind mare offer other than bumbling steps and the ability to run into a bunch of useless objects. But, oh, if only he realized she wasn't as helpless as one might believe...

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two hands digging in each others wounds
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Messages In This Thread
Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Pheonix - 09-15-2013, 01:58 PM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Rasta - 09-15-2013, 07:58 PM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Pheonix - 09-17-2013, 02:29 AM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Rasta - 09-22-2013, 01:56 PM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Pheonix - 09-23-2013, 11:44 PM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Rasta - 10-05-2013, 09:58 PM
RE: Hail Brethren {Joining} - by Pheonix - 10-17-2013, 01:55 PM

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