M - Knight in shining armour

Desiree Noelle · 05-05-2011, 12:10 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content starting with the 14th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Date: 07 May

Setting: Northern Shattered Coast, near the place where Shattered Coast, Ethereal Eclipse, and Dahlia de Mai intersect.

Time: early morning (~8am)

Character Form: Optime

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Sorry for the delay, hon. :3

The Ayastigi was smiling brightly as the day began. She had had a lovely evening the night previous and had woken more refreshed than she had in a while. She sat far more relaxed on Fuerte than she had in the past two days since she had gotten him, and that was perhaps a mistake, she soon learned.

While some aspects of the previous night were a bit... hazy, at best, several points stood out in the colliewolf's mind. She had been riding the same basic way she had ridden in, feeling a little more secure on the horse (also a mistake). She was pondering the poor albino wolf from Anathema with all those scars where his flesh had been rent, when Fuerte had whickered and tossed his head happily, making a beeline all on his merry own, to a point that Désirée could not readily distinguish to begin with. Desi had let him have his head, at first; he couldn't get them into too much trouble, right?

She had been surprised to see another horse looming into view, her bright pelt shining against the evening gloom. Desi had dismounted with an admonition to the stallion to keep his ballocks to himself, and cast around, looking for the white horse's owner, afraid that she had wandered, and eventually found her, sitting under a tree. The other figure was a lean coyote woman, and for a moment she hung back, but in the end the two spoke, exchanged names, and then shared something that Desi did not know what it was between them. Things got fun from there, but the mood was jovial.

Caught up in her thoughts, Desi missed the glint in Fuerte's eye as he turned his head a little. Before she could bat her eyelashes twice, the grullo stallion had crowhopped once, thrusting his back high with a stuttering little jump, then bucked, flipping the merled woman over his shoulders. She landed hard on her back and laid there a moment, the wind gone from her lungs. Fuerte meanwhile threw his head, glad to be rid of the encumbrance of the not-J'adore rider, and sped off northward.

Coughing and spluttering, the woman made it to her feet, tears springing to her eyes as she watched the dot that was her horse run off without her. She didn't know whether she was more upset about the pain, or the loss of her mount.

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