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I reach down and nuzzle Gumby's cheek, receiving a sloppy kiss on my nose for my efforts. I giggle softly, my eyes focused on Cam. I was about to speak to her when Gumby darted beneath my feet and picked up a stick, running off with it. I look down and realize he had GEORGE. I squeak and yell out shrilly as I take off after him. No Gumby! Bad Gumby! That's not a stick that is a friend! Bring George back here! I didn't notice that on our chase there was a weird pulse of magic in the air, magic and the smell of fire. This puzzled me but I didn't think any more of it as I chased Gumby for possession of George. Realizing that the sphinx had come to a halt and was growling almost inaudibly I look up and put on the brakes so I don't run over Gumby or the fiery horse that stood just a few feet away. I shower the horse and Gumby with sand as I finally manage to stop, reaching my nose down to brush it against the sphinx's back in a reassuring caress. The other in my head starts to chime in about this time and I stare blankly at him as I listen to the voice inside me. Run you fool! Can't you see that thing is dangerous?!?! I know you can feel the magic rolling off him, can't you feel the malice too? Don't speak to it, don't look it in the eye. Just turn and run, NOW! Shaking my head to clear it, I look at the fire horse and smile brightly. You never know who can end up being a good friend, or at least a good playmate, no matter how unusual they look! I speak in my cheerful girlish voice, still smiling at him. Hi! I'm Girr! And this, I indicate the sphinx at my feet by bumping him with my nose, is Gumby. And the stick in his mouth is George. Who are you? |
| Girr Mare Gypsy Vanner 6 15 hands Maximally expressed Cremello Sabino (ee/aa/CrCr/nZ/SbSb) Invaderless/The Deserts/No Clones Sael Voice in her head is in italics |
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| I enjoy every minute of it!! |
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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