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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

pull me close and twist the knife

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Vvanderfell listens to the chimera as he speaks, taking in every subtle movement and glance of the eye as he does so. 'Learning to be' a good father, he said. This, unfortunately, piques the dark female's interest. She had had a bad run of choosing mates that inevitably failed her or disappeared when life became difficult, instead of rising to the challenge. To see a male seeming to be actively doing the opposite was surprising.. if he was telling the truth. Hell, he could be lying, but, judging by what emotion she manages to catch flickering across his face, he might not be.

The mare does not pick up the silence when the chimera's words taper off. She allows him to become distracted and watches as he comes back to the present, reaffixing his gaze to the lithe shape of her among the trees. Her dark ears twist toward and then away from the male at his question, rotating back toward the flat of her poll. Vvanderfell deftly dodges his question about the 'someone' she might be (but definitely isn't) looking for. "Apples," the minimal sabino offers coyly. "There's a grove nearby that I wanted to visit."

Vvanderfell


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