Posted on November 30, 2014 at 05:24:43 PM by Felony
Felony He was gone. As Felony pulled himself up onto the rocky shores of the Ridge the brute let out a frustrated grunt. The buckskin’s scent was long gone, washed away to be replaced with a young pup’s stench. Matted wet tail snapping at his flanks in irritation, Felony set out in search of what belonged to him. Sigrun had to be hiding here somewhere, her feminine smell still lingered among the rocks of this wretched territory. He was surprised the little pony man hadn’t sent after her, or at least tried to get her back in the absence of Kasabian. Perhaps he just didn’t know; too wrapped up in his social life wandering the commons to keep track of the roan woman trapped here instead. No matter though. It was less that Felony had to worry about. It was midday when he found the lazy woman. Her stomach had grown rounder with the good grazing of the rich land and at her side a filly; another disappointment. Ears flattening to his skull he set out at a lurching trot. The swim had strained the limb but he was not going to be detoured by it today. Pulling up alongside the mare and foal he clicked his teeth in warning, not thinking he would be in need of actually biting her this time. “Lagoon.” He growled out, only clicking his teeth at her one more time to try and send her on her way before he would turn violent. |
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