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I'm the nightmare in your dreams Posted on February 25, 2025 at 10:37:09 AM by Cursed Dreams
This is the wrong place to be if you were hoping to avoid attracting something. Yer she knew that. It was why she was trying to head for the meadow. I wasn’t planning on staying in the common she muttered.
At her threat he affectively dismissed it, saying he never turn down a good scuffle that meant he was strong, or he at least thought he was.
But I didn't come here to force anyone back to the Shore. I only play jailor with very good provocation, and a mare that I don't know is hardly good provocation. That sentence caught her attention, if he was speaking the truth that was. So far he hadn’t given her any reason to not believe what he was saying was the truth, but she’d learnt the hard way not to take what everyone says at face value. Actions spoke louder than words so she wouldn’t drop her guard yet.
She sighed hoping he’d get to the point soon as she didn’t like being out in the open and not on the move. When he spoke of The Shore needing new members she nearly rolled her eyes but what he said next held her interest. A lot of her interest. Wasn’t this what she was looking for? A home but without all the flirting and idiots.
She chuckled when he mentioned wanting members who wanted to build on their own strength. Yer her temper was the thing she needed to work on, but if their wasn’t any idiots around they wouldn’t push her temper, right? Either way, this stranger was offering her everything she was looking for.
Her ears had shifted from being pinned to her skull, her eyes no longer spitting venom. She had thought he was different, and he had basically just confirmed it.
Are you that sort of mare? Or have I wasted both of our time? She hummed to herself for a moment.
No, you haven’t wasted either of our time, so far. She took several steps forward, closing the distance between them until they were about 6 feet or so apart. My name is Curse, or Cursed Dreams if you want to be formal she smirked. And you are? she asked expectantly
I have one question for you. Your offering something that I think most would want, myself included she risked telling him but what’s it going to cost me? What do you get in return, other than another herd member you don’t have to babysit? She questions.
This was the make or break question really. She could be loyal and respectful, well mostly respectful she did have unorthodox methods of course. But she wasn’t prepared to be a slave or a glorified broodmare.