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Tigeress

A white, orange, and black patched vixen galloped into Terra Scure, her nares flaring wildly and her banners thrashing around in the strong wind. The sweat that coated her hide made her look sleek and shiny in the dim sunlight that was being engulfed by dark grey storm clouds that thundered quietly in the background. Dried up leaves from Fall tumbled across the forest floor, as if it was alive. There was a storm coming, and it was coming fast. Thunder boomed quietly again.

Tigeress slowed her pace until she was stopped in a small clearing in-between the dark shadows of the trees. Her lime-green orbs scanned her envioronment harshly, expecting Quixtant to appear shortly. She flattened her auds to her crest and reared, letting out a shrill whinny as lightening slipt the gathering clouds. She stomped to the Earth again, bobbing her crown up and down. She wasn't too afraid of the storm, it's just what happened during it scared her. Everything seemed dead, quiet, non-existant. That is what was scary. Tigeress shimmied off a little towards the trees wearily, still taking in air in vast breaths with her flared nares, waiting for someone to come, or something to happen.

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NYX

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Curved radars flipped forward and back, picking up lyrics of, seeming to be another Vixen. Sickly sweet vocals rang through the storm, delicate tiara goeing between her knees as front pillars tossed up in the rain. Ice blue optics covered with red layed upon the donna in front of herself. Gold dreads and bannar tossed every which way, plastering 'gainst her blood-stained, black and white hide. Delicate, fragile fae approached firery fae. Teal 'round her bod was soaked, as the rest of her ever so fragile bodice. Sick, sweet lyrics rang to the other, "I aum Nyux of Terra de Felwuood.." words hung in her mug, not wanting to be pushy...

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Tigeress

A small figure made her way over to Tigeress. Her auds flattened and she watched for a moment, but it turned out to be a frail Marwari fae. She snorted, eyeing the rain-and-blood plastered Nyx cautiously, but then calmed slightly. "Hello, Nyx. I am Tigeress, loner," she answered in her warm, flirty-like tone. Rain poured down on Tigeress' pelt, bouncing off and leaving a blue-ish outline of her, kind of like an aura. She stamped a pillar, swiveling her auds.

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The small fae eyed her for a few moments. "Caun ya fight?"

came a quite question. Nefarian's land needed warriors something bad. Curved radars flicked slightly, rubbing against each other. Shimmering gold coloured bannar dripped with the water, thunder ringing the earth. Ice blue and ruby optics looked her over again. "Who're ya runnin' from?"[/color] came her intoxicating vocals 'gain..[/size][/color][/right]

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Tigeress


Tigeress arched her eye-brows, giving a slight snort. "'Course I can fight," she replied, flattening her auds as another clap of thunder boomed again, lighting up the sky with streaks of lightning. A sigh escaped her maw, shaking her head and spraying droplets of water that had clung to her pelt. "I left Quixtant, since he was an up-tight, hot-tempered boring bastard." She nodded to that, agreeing with herself.

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"ya dark? we's can't have dem lights in our herd. Nefariun n i."

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[[Okay, I'm going to speed this up since I have no muse for this thread anymore. How about Tigeress said yes, because she is, and Nyx ivited her to her home terra, and so they left and yeah.. xD Sorry, lol.]]