09-26-2017, 11:17 AM
Gonna set this world on fire
Ahhh... It was a gorgeous beginning to a lovely evening in Hyaline. Ruby muzzle held into the wind to catch the scent of... PEEWWW Who let the fucking dogs in here? Her features wrinkle to the distaste of wet mutt in the air. Onyx ears flatten on top her skull at the thought. They are quick to catch the trampling of hooves that remain familiar. Her golden king was on the move again. Often rushing to the borders to greet newcomers. Such tedious work most days. There were only a select few that sparked her internal interests.
Her mind reached out to scope if this would be one of those select few meetings. She shifted her body to align with the gathering at the border. Much wasn't heard of the traditional auditory type. Amets voice being easily heard by all in attendance. But what she finds is more amusing. The thoughts are scrambled so she decides to move closer. Her bulky flame-kissed frame moves quickly. She does nothing to muffle her nearing...
Sliding to a halt just behind the dragon king she brings herself to his side at a more leisurely pace. A green and navy mare near his other. Onyx eyes look to the others. Finding the enticing ruby eyes of the unknown stallion. Their lips remaining sealed but their thoughts do not. Not to her. Amet in his kingdom duties figures they may be from Taiga, so he questions them. A low chuckle vibrates in her windpipe, I'm not sure I'd say homeland, she feeds her king. Let them all believe she is a mute... For now.
Her mind reached out to scope if this would be one of those select few meetings. She shifted her body to align with the gathering at the border. Much wasn't heard of the traditional auditory type. Amets voice being easily heard by all in attendance. But what she finds is more amusing. The thoughts are scrambled so she decides to move closer. Her bulky flame-kissed frame moves quickly. She does nothing to muffle her nearing...
Sliding to a halt just behind the dragon king she brings herself to his side at a more leisurely pace. A green and navy mare near his other. Onyx eyes look to the others. Finding the enticing ruby eyes of the unknown stallion. Their lips remaining sealed but their thoughts do not. Not to her. Amet in his kingdom duties figures they may be from Taiga, so he questions them. A low chuckle vibrates in her windpipe, I'm not sure I'd say homeland, she feeds her king. Let them all believe she is a mute... For now.
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