the last laugh

Pixie Frost · 01-25-2011, 02:20 AM

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Late post is late. Tongue

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Pixie just wanted warmth. She needed warmth. Not even halfway through winter and she was already completely sick of the cold. If her general hatred of anything cold or snowy wasn’t enough, it was the bad memories related to winter that plagued her and made her feel as though she was slowly drifting towards insanity. Just going to visit Magic was a struggle for her, a battle of emotions inside her that wanted to look after her friend while also putting ideas into her head that he was the cause of the horrible feelings she had for the cold season.

But no, there was no reason to blame the stallion for her misery. It had been her own twisted mind that had led to the mark on her hand. He had done nothing except be loyal to her after all she had done to him. If there was anyone she would travel through the snow to see, it was Magic, and probably only Magic. She had met many friends after traveling to Souls, but she had not bonded with any of them enough to be on the same level of friendship and loyalty as she was with her horse. It took a lot for her to travel through cold.

So the blue-gray rider was looking forward to relaxing by the fireplace when she headed back to Haven Manor. Pulling her thin cloak tighter around her shoulders, she tried desperately to ignore the crunch, crunch, crunch of her feet hitting the snow. As she walked towards the front door, she noticed that puddles had formed on the doorstep. Thinking that someone hadn’t wiped the snow off of their paws completely, she quickly wiped off her own on the mat sheepishly. It had already been more than a few times when she had tracked sleet into the house in her rush to get out of the cold. Then she reached out, turned the knob on the door, and hurriedly stepped inside.

The unexpected cold of the slightly melted snow sent chills, partially from just surprise, up her body. What was more, her scurrying feet slipped, and she felt her balance leaving her in a heartbeat. To the onlooker, it might seem comical, her feet sliding out from under her and causing her to hit the floor hard on her back. For the briefest of moments, she stared up at the ceiling and caught her breath, but it wasn’t long before the cold she had felt moments before was replaced by fury. “Son of a bitch!” she exclaimed in anger, trying to stand up as quickly as possible before slipping and falling a second time. “Who the hell did this?!”

Whipping her head around, looking in all directions for whoever was the culprit, she finally spotted the puppy hiding by the side of the door. Her purple eyes flashed ferociously as she bared her teeth and crouched down so that she was eye level with him. “You think this is funny? What were you trying to do, break my neck?” At this point, she didn’t care that he was just a pup. Hell, so what if he was Jazper’s pup? She felt ashamed, like all dignity had been taken from her. It wasn’t something she normally cared about, but the fact that all her fears had been represented in a puddle of slush that had made her fall was absolutely humiliating to her, even if the only person who had seen her was this pup.

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