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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2018 11:16 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2018 7:50 am
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Maxx D Ahhhhhdafkj;akwjefa thank you for your patience. ;;
It was truly unnerving, and Beguile was certainly nervous; limbs just starting to quiver with the edges of nervous tension as though he might spring back at any moment. His ears had angled themselves back a little more, and he blew a heavy and uncertain breath, but was startled to stillness at the voice.
A choice between him or his children? Instinct said to flee or to stomp out the threat the caiman posed.
But he came to a different sort of conclusion, and blew out another breath.
"I'm here, yes. And if you did eat me chances are my foals would never come across you...so I'd go on, in a different way."
It wasn't a direct answer to the question, no, but the followup to it might shed more light on where he was leaning, with a warning thump of his hoof against the soft ground, which wound up more like a wet squelch than a thud. But it was the thought that mattered.
"I'm not about to lie down and let you eat me, though."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 6:53 pm
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There was a laugh. It started, ringing in his head, before it emerged beyond his mind, from the scaled mare that stood right in front of him, and nipped at the air right in front of his nose.
"Some part of you hopes for an outcome where both parties survive, even though you've given yourself up," she stepped back, eyes glowing soft, but gaze hard. "Such is your will to live, and your hope for theirs, as well."
"Kin are flawed, you can't overcome that in one generation. May your children learn sacrifice, after they have learned survival."
She left off the hooved form, and the caiman slid back into the water with a whip of its tail.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2018 9:14 am
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Maxx D Haha, I love her. ;w; Thank you!
The buck started with the sudden shift from caiman-to-mare, more than the laughter in his mind. Perhaps in this form she was even more unnerving, and the poor male gaped a moment, struck by his first encounter.
He shook it off, slowly, then with increasing speed, to look at her, clear-eyed and humble, with a dip of his head and a murmur of thanks.
So...that was a blessing.
For a long while he stared at the water and then turned to head back the way he came. Never in his life would he ever forget this encounter, how it struck his own senses.
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