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Posted on November 10, 2019 at 02:21:07 AM by Harlequin
Home.
Her sudden reaction seems to have given him a bit of a shock. It amused Harle, to the point of almost wanting to do it again. Almost. He stops not far from her, his own lips peeling backwards in the form of a devious smirk, a new light dancing in his eyes as though the idea of threat she presented to him now was something familiar to him. Good.
His ears flicker atop his thick skull as he shakes his head now, his own maw lifting dominantly as he stalks towards her. His voice is quipped with humor and immediately it causes the bile to rise in her throat. Buttercup. The nickname rolls smoothely from his tongue, as though it is one he is all to familiar with using. Teeth flash as she snakes her head forward to nip at his lips as though prepared to peel the word from his vocabulary. "I am no one's buttercup." she hisses drawing herself back, thick tail flicking back and forth against taunt muscles. Twin sonars flex atop her own skull now as he continues to speak, ensuring her such formalities were not given lightly and that she was working clearly on not received much more. This time, it was her own narcissistic laughter that breaks the built up tension between them. Dark eyes gleam as she studies his face, studies the hard glaze of his eyes and the unreadable emotions that lay beneath them.
"You dont know me." she breathes, her warm breath falling past her lips like a plume of smoke in the cool evening atmosphere. She takes a tense step towards him now, her delicate frame circling his large form like that of a housecat curling about its master. "My name is Harlequin, daughter of Soljor and Cut Up Angel." she breathes, reaching her lips out to tug a strand of his mane between her teeth. With a snort she jerks her head, taking with it the strand of his mane. A devious laugh rings past her lips as she comes to a prancing halt a few paces away from him, thick plume draped across the curve of her back. "A name you shall not soon forget." she adds giving her proud head another toss, lithe frame lifting into a rear as she lashes out at him, not intent upon hurting him but instead determined to drive him back, to remind him that she knew these lands that her hooves fell upon and she was not willing to give up to anyone. Not easily anyway.
Her sudden reaction seems to have given him a bit of a shock. It amused Harle, to the point of almost wanting to do it again. Almost. He stops not far from her, his own lips peeling backwards in the form of a devious smirk, a new light dancing in his eyes as though the idea of threat she presented to him now was something familiar to him. Good.
His ears flicker atop his thick skull as he shakes his head now, his own maw lifting dominantly as he stalks towards her. His voice is quipped with humor and immediately it causes the bile to rise in her throat. Buttercup. The nickname rolls smoothely from his tongue, as though it is one he is all to familiar with using. Teeth flash as she snakes her head forward to nip at his lips as though prepared to peel the word from his vocabulary. "I am no one's buttercup." she hisses drawing herself back, thick tail flicking back and forth against taunt muscles. Twin sonars flex atop her own skull now as he continues to speak, ensuring her such formalities were not given lightly and that she was working clearly on not received much more. This time, it was her own narcissistic laughter that breaks the built up tension between them. Dark eyes gleam as she studies his face, studies the hard glaze of his eyes and the unreadable emotions that lay beneath them.
"You dont know me." she breathes, her warm breath falling past her lips like a plume of smoke in the cool evening atmosphere. She takes a tense step towards him now, her delicate frame circling his large form like that of a housecat curling about its master. "My name is Harlequin, daughter of Soljor and Cut Up Angel." she breathes, reaching her lips out to tug a strand of his mane between her teeth. With a snort she jerks her head, taking with it the strand of his mane. A devious laugh rings past her lips as she comes to a prancing halt a few paces away from him, thick plume draped across the curve of her back. "A name you shall not soon forget." she adds giving her proud head another toss, lithe frame lifting into a rear as she lashes out at him, not intent upon hurting him but instead determined to drive him back, to remind him that she knew these lands that her hooves fell upon and she was not willing to give up to anyone. Not easily anyway.
Harlequin
like a shadow dancing on the edge;
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- bite me - By CAIN November 10, 2019 at 02:38:15 AM
- Like a shadow dancing on the edge; - By Harlequin November 10, 2019 at 02:58:31 AM
- bite me - By CAIN November 10, 2019 at 03:18:33 AM
- Like a shadow dancing on the edge; - By Harlequin November 10, 2019 at 03:51:00 AM
- bite me - By CAIN November 10, 2019 at 04:12:56 AM
- Like a shadow dancing on the edge; - By Harlequin November 10, 2019 at 03:51:00 AM
- bite me - By CAIN November 10, 2019 at 03:18:33 AM
- Like a shadow dancing on the edge; - By Harlequin November 10, 2019 at 02:58:31 AM
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