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Post by esmeralda on Oct 20, 2008 20:27:39 GMT -5
The minx was never alone, not for a moment it seemed. Audits flattened as she thought of this 'imprisionment', and she snorted. The splashed essa's optics swept the grounds looking for Magic, her guard in this hell hole. Maybe, if Esmeralda could get over herself and calm down she could actually talk to the mare. See what her masculine was like under the fascade. Cranium lowered, snatching a few sprouts of grass from the earth, enjoying her moment of alone time. She had spent most of her life this way. Esmeralda wasn't always a bitch, you know. She had her friends as a young one, a colt and a few fillies that liked to play together. But that was before the fires. Esmeralda had seen everyone perish in it, and it had made her cold. Desperately cold, so much that she was the bitchy femme you saw today. Crown rose, shaking her pelt as she shivered.
The morning air was almost frigid, but not quite. Mist shrouded much of everything, giving it an air of mystery and adventure. It would probably grow quite boring after a few days. Esmeralda sighed. Oh why must she open that accusred mouth of hers? She didn't regret it, not a bit to say the least. But she had places to go, A certain boy to meet. Chain lashed at her sides. She was quite sure she would foal this year. Whether it be by Masquerade, and their littel run in...or by this boorish brute called Carzeth. That was what she desired. A young one to call hers, because then no one could claim it for atleast two years. And Esmeralda would not be alone. The minx sighed once more.
"Magic?" The paramour called out to her guardian.
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Post by Magic on Oct 22, 2008 23:15:12 GMT -5
The painted essa tore greenery from their sockets, and ate them greedily. She hadn't had much time to eat in the past few days, seeing there was quite alot going on. She suspected it would get even more busy, once the war began. What was Carzeth's plan? He didn't make it out to be much of an event, but Magic wasn't blind. She knew that he must have a well-thought out idea readily formed in his head.
All deep thoughts were interupted by the calling of the new donna. Magic's name was being called, which remined her that she had been told to watch over the wench. Finishing the last of the emerald flora in her chops, she sighed dramatically, and loped towards the doe. From her gullet, a sound erupted in reply. Then, dodging a large tree, she saw the one dubbed Esmeralda. "Just when everything's fine and dandy, you come along." she said in a hiss. The large maiden strolled over to a patch of edibles, and began to nibble. Nothing better than a small snack to prepare for ghastly day.
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Post by esmeralda on Oct 24, 2008 19:59:48 GMT -5
Esmeralda snorted, watching as her fellow painted came over with an additude. There went her day. There was a small sturring in her abdomen, but the minx could not tell if it was just from hunger. Cranium turned to watch Magic come over the hill, and settle near her. "It's not as though I wished to be here. I'd gladly get out if I could." Esmeralda tried to choose her words carefully. She needed to be rid of this 'babysitter', and by being a good little 'slave' would get her there. Audits flicked back as she lowered her head to gather some more greenery. "Is Carzeth alway so...?" She was going to say frigid, but she didn't dare give him the compliment. Pillars took the splashed essa toward the opposing. "Could you tell me of, say something called the Fire Herd?" Esmeralda wondered if this one knew anything about it.
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Post by Magic on Oct 24, 2008 21:03:22 GMT -5
With a laugh, the harlot lifted her cranial casing. "And I'd be be tickled pink, if I didn't have to watch over such a wench," she retorted.
The essa inquired about something, but she ended up trailing off. Magic had an idea of what she was about to say. "Could you tell me of, say something called the Fire Herd?" Of course the maiden knew about the Fire Herd! Her skull was the opposite of a flower pot. She held much information, and needn't give any of it away. After grazing for a few more moments, the sprite lifted her dial, and glared at the banshee. "No, I'm not accustumted to such a Herd." Now way in hell was she honest. Luckily, after years, she gained some experiance in lying.
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