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Post by Zoran on Jun 23, 2013 0:52:04 GMT -5
Zoran had just settled in for a fucking nap in the beautiful, fucking garden of fucking faeries flitting around. For any normal person, the experience would have been fucking beautiful, but this was fucking Zoran, the motherfucking unicorn, who had a habit of using the f-word too many fucking times, even when it was only in his fucking running commentary.
Anyway, the unicorn had settled himself comfortably upon a bank of moss, his legs folded under him elegantly, his majestic head resting gently on the grass in front of him. The smallest faeries flew to and fro, their tiny lights overpowering their small bodies, unless you looked really closely. If you didn't know Zoran, it would look like your childhood dream come true: a beautiful unicorn, lying on a bed of moss surrounded by faeries and their fae-lights, the entire garden buzzing with magic, just begging to have flowers woven into his mane and forelock. At least, it would have been a childhood dream come true had it not been for two things: the first being Zoran and his lifestyle of whoring and sexual harassment, the second being that a pungent skunk had just arrived on the scene.
"By the gods I blasphemy daily!" Zoran exclaimed, as the skunk trotted past him. "You smell fucking terrible!"
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Post by Willow Sirius on Jul 28, 2013 21:39:39 GMT -5
Willow walked through the gardens as No Name weaved himself in and out of her legs. The cat wouldn't leave her alone ever since they saved each other from the rats. Willow visible shuddered at the very thought of the rats that had tired to kill them. Shaking her head she continued to walk. She didn't remember this place from when she was little it was very pretty. It made her feel at peace and for some reason not hateful.
She felt No Name jump onto her shoulders from some branch he must have climbed up. His tail wrapped loosely around her neck and she rolled her eyes but allowed him to stay. Willow walked along with her cat on her shoulder and her eyes peeled for anything usual. That's when she saw it a skunk running across her path. No Name hissed and started to run after it but Willow caught him before his feet even touched the ground. He continued to his and claw as Willow tried to calm him. She whipped her head around when she heard a voice.
When she turned she saw a unicorn. It had been years since she had laid eyes on such an amazing animal. "Wow," She stated cocking her head to the side. She shook herself out of the trance she had put herself and cleared her throat. "So, how'd you manage to piss him off?" She asked as she pet her purring cat.
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Post by Zoran on Aug 3, 2013 14:28:33 GMT -5
"My, my, you're quite lovely." Zoran said, by way of greeting. He completely ignored her question regarding the fucking skunk, because it was a fucking skunk, and nobody cared about fucking skunks when there were beautiful women to be had. He remained in his reclining position, for masters of the fucking universe didn't need to rise whenever someone, even a lady, came into their presence.
"How would you like to have the honor or braiding flowers into my mane?" He said, as if this activity was akin to being the favorite knight of the greatest king in Speirling. "The flowers from the last maiden who was so kind as to braid flowers into my mane are wilting." He flashed her his most charming, innocent smile.
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Post by Willow Sirius on Aug 4, 2013 21:35:28 GMT -5
"Now dear sir," Willow started off her voice soft and sweet like a princess or a duchess. She looked down at her cat who had stopped his purring to stare at the unicorn in front of them. "does it look like I came all this way to braid your main?" Willow asked her voice keeping the same politeness. She had learned over many years of hunting the best way to find prey was to talk to the ones that lived in the area. It was like how hunters watch deer for several months looking for the large one before they strike. Some even feed the animals to fatten them up before they kill them. It was really a big game. And this was just a small step in the game. A step that for some reason the campire was rather good at.
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Aug 8, 2013 23:09:40 GMT -5
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