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Post by aliyaah on Oct 2, 2023 19:12:09 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Sanctio ( fleabittengray ) and Rianne ( Sunfrost). Prompt: Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than February 2nd, 2024.
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 5, 2023 4:57:03 GMT -7
x SANCTIO He'd heard of a woman, a superb fighter, that lived in the Dark Kingdom. She called the realm of Ittudale home, reigning over it - as far as he knew - all by herself. She was deadly and fierce and had aligned herself with the Underworld. Worried for what this could mean for those like himself that called Utopia their ally, Sanctio had made the decision to pay this mare a visit in her mountain home. He climbed the path between frozen mountain peaks carefully, and on occasion his large hooves would slip on a stray patch of ice that had gathered between the grass and the rocks. He did not expect to be able to get far into the land, expecting the maiden herself to appear, if not a guard, to fend him off and send him on his way back home to Desolate Earth, but the Clydesdale was determined to make something of this visit and not to be shooed off like some sort of fly. His warm breath misted in front of his muzzle with every breath and he was reminded that winter was closer than it had been just a few short weeks ago. Shivering from the briskness of the air, Sanctio powered through the icy ridges and finally began to find himself on more stable ground. Pausing once there was less ice around him, the draft brute looked around, trying to gather his bearings. It would seem his only chance of escape would be back the way he'd come, much to his dismay, but hopefully the gladiator queen of these lands would come from somewhere up ahead and not from behind him. He could only hope, he supposed... Looking forward, he saw no one. Behind him as well, there was no one. He seemed to be completely alone at the moment but Sanctio knew better than to assume he was alone right now. "I've come seeking Rianne," he spoke, eyes squinting in the afternoon sun, his Spanish accent flowing with his words. "Mi amiga, are you here?" Sunfrost w/ Rianne 340 | ProfileThis will be interesting 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread
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Post by Sunfrost on Oct 10, 2023 19:55:09 GMT -7
Rianne surveyed her lands from the crest of the mountains bordering them, as close to content as she could possibly be. The cold winds barely bothered her even though she was of the hot blooded Akhal Teke breed that preferred the desert. Ittudale was her home, and she’d gotten used to the cold. It helped that she ruled these lands, and the warmth of that and of a battle recently won made her feel like it wasn’t cold at all. The presence of her eagle Screech upon her back also helped, though; Screech was warm, bundled up in feathers, beak dripping with the blood of her latest catch. Rianne permitted the blood to drip onto her back, finding it warming. It would crust up and flake off later, and was of little immediate concern.
Screech shifted, a small sound emitting from her throat as she saw something in the distance. Rianne frowned, beginning to see a bay draft shape winding his way through the ridges towards the heart of Ittudale. Who was this? Rianne didn’t move, fairly hidden in her position, but she did start to close the distance as the stranger descended into Ittudale, seemingly imperturbable as he trespassed into another’s land. Rianne wondered if the chain of strangers entering her lands these days would ever be at an end. Had none of these horses better things to do? She tracked him from behind, wondering if he would announce his presence or just keep right on trespassing. The wind was on her side today, blowing his scent back to her instead of the other way around. He probably had no idea he was being followed, unless he had keener senses than Rianne imagined tall drafts like him usually had.
Rianne paused as the intruder did, looking around the lands. She was behind him, and perhaps now was the time to make her move. She continued to descend, and now he called out, claiming that he was seeking Rianne. He then said something most peculiar – mi amiga, are you here? Mi amiga?! Restraining a snort, Rianne wondered how many horses with apparent speech defects were going to wander into her lands. Jack had been the last, and he had barely been able to speak. Was this another one like Jack, another supporter of Utopia who sought to dissuade her? Rianne almost couldn’t hold in the indignant snort that wanted to erupt from her; she only did because she wanted to see if she could startle this horse by approaching him from the back.
Keeping her hoofsteps light, Rianne closed the distance carefully. When she was in range of hearing, the mare neighed Let me guess. Utopia has sent another with a speech defect into my lands. They clearly have no one better. Her voice was an arrogant drawl, her stride predatory as she continued to walk, making a half circle around the Clydesdale so that she could halt in front of him. She hoped her sudden appearance was startling to the intruder. Mi amiga? she questioned derisively, eyes flashing. What is that supposed to mean?
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Post by fleabittengray on Oct 19, 2023 3:32:30 GMT -7
x SANCTIO The wind was not to his advantage, so the large draft behemoth could not catch the woman's scent as she began to stalk him, but being a warrior of sorts, he did not just assume that she wasn't there. This was her home, after all. She would know every nook and cranny, as he did in Desolate Earth. That being said, he kept one ear turned back behind him, listening intently, while the other twitched forward, along with his eyes observing the terrain immediately in front of him. The cold, crisp air was actually starting to become refreshing. It wasn't frigid, like Desolate Earth could become, though he wondered if Ittudale ever got to that degree of coldness as well. Sanctio dared not let his mind wander too far from his mission, however, knowing that doing so would make him all too vulnerable. After several minutes of walking before he came to a halt, Sanctio had a sudden sense of being followed. Had it been a crack of a branch under a hoof? The near silent rustle of leaves or dry branches against someone's side? It could very well be another creature, not a horse, but he was on high alert by the time he called out for Rianne. He peered forward, gave himself a shake to attempt to free himself of the tension in his muscles, and as he turned his head to look over his shoulder was when the mare spoke from behind him. Let me guess. Utopia has sent another with a speech defect into my lands. They clearly have no one better. He had not heard her approach, assumed she was trying to startle him, but instead the large brute chuckled quietly. "I don't have a speech defect, Señorita," her assured her, though he had to wonder, what was it with the Dark alliance and being so radically against any other language other than the native tongue here in Wild Equines? So strange! No other alliance had ever had any problem with his broken English when he'd gotten here, and thankfully his English had improved over the years, but his accent remained - as did throwing in some Spanish words here and there in his sentences. Mi amiga? Sanctio nodded, turning slowly to face the mare, keeping a careful eye on her to watch for her reaction. She was much smaller than he was, giving her the advantage of agility and speed, as well as knowing these lands much better than he did. He did not want to spur her into an attack simply just by turning to face her. What is that supposed to mean? Another low chuckle of amusement, because he could already assume she was going to be offended by his answers. "It means friend." His amusement was even evident in his response, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief as he eyed up the smaller bay maiden. She was littered in scars and ornaments. He wondered if just the scars had been won by the tournament, or had the accessories been from it as well. Sunfrost w/ Rianne 512 | ProfileUh oh he's laughing at her LOL 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 23, 2023 11:39:56 GMT -7
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Post by Sunfrost on Dec 25, 2023 9:09:24 GMT -7
Did he laugh at her? Rianne’s thoughts twisted into the direction of straight-up slaughter as she approached him, noting that he had been alert enough to detect her presence somewhere close by when she had responded to him. His awareness was high. Maybe he wasn’t as dumb as he was acting or appeared. He also claimed to not have a speech defect, “Senorita” – what did he just do with his N? Rianne’s brown eyes narrowed, assessing the horse before her, wondering what nonsense he might spout next. She was pleased that he turned to face her, acknowledging her innately with the motion as a horse one should not turn their back on. That would have been an insult, yet another on top of trespassing. Rianne would have needed to kill him if he’d continued down that wanton path. She did not tolerate disrespect, especially in her own lands. The bay Akhal Teke questioned him on what “amiga” meant, which made him laugh again. Did he ever stop laughing? And how he claimed the word meant “friend”. Why would he call her friend? Did she even have friends, truly?
Rianne considered that alongside her other thoughts of ripping this horse limb from limb. Why would he come in here, a complete stranger, and claim to be her friend? Was he trying to play some game? Did he make friends so lightly? Who even was this? He was also clearly amused by her – amused! As though she was some child who he was watching toddle through life unaware of the dangers ahead. The bay mare titled her head up, squarely meeting his gaze and hoping her lack of amusement was reflected in her own. Who are you? she demanded. You know my name, claim to be a “friend”, and clearly have some business here with me. State it. She’d sneered out the word “friend”, ensuring he knew just how sincerely she rejected the title. Friend? Unless this horse started improving his mannerisms, and real soon, he would see how Rianne treated her “friends” like this.
You can also explain what “Senorita” means, and why you call me that she ordered, her tones brooking no argument. She would have what she wanted, and then send this one on his way. She was sick of constantly having to beat back intruders in her lands. Where was the respect? Perhaps she should attack these Utopians and prove how thoroughly they were mistaken in sending her horses to convert into spies for the Underworld. Her face almost twisted into a smirk at the thought of Jack, but she kept her glee at how that particular visit had turned out off her face. This stranger would likely misinterpret and spout more nonsense about it if he saw her pleasure at something entirely different.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 27, 2023 4:37:37 GMT -7
x SANCTIO Did she know she was making a name for herself? That her harsh character was becoming known to others who whispered urgently about it in the Free Lands? That was how he had heard of Rianne. Frightened conversations that spoke of a hostile mare who ruled in the Dark Kingdom. It had not taken him too terribly long to track down her name with a bit of snooping about, and with her name came the title of her home as well. Sanctio had to admit he was curious about her. What had made her decide to join the war? Did she crave power? Notoriety from her violence? What made equines want to be so cruel, he wondered, instead of treating others with kindness? Sanctio was a former Dark himself and had done several things he was not proud of, back in the day, but that was all in the past. He had been Cleansed by the Versai, the former High Priestess, Allocen. His sins were all forgiven now. He had been washed clean of his darkness and now tried to lead a noble, humble life. He wanted to make up for the mistakes he'd done, as well as the horrible evils that Underoath had committed right under Sanctio's nose. Desolate Earth should be a sort of... refuge, as best as it could be. Not a place of darkness and trauma. Not anymore. But did Rianne want Ittudale to be a place of chaos and bloodshed? What had made her so prickly - pretty as a rose and deadly as the thorns that adorned it as well? Had she been through hardships and traumas that shaped her into the maniacal woman she supposedly was, or was there hope that she could change into something more civilized, given the chance? Sanctio did not wish her harm, not really - he just wanted to know what made her tick. The best way to take down your enemy was to get to know them, wasn't it? And at the moment, due to this war, they were enemies and yet Sanctio stood there with twinkling eyes and perked ears as she glared at him, unamused by his chuckling. She actually seemed offended by it. What did she have against laughter, of all things? Did she never laugh? Did she never find peace and joy and humor in the little things life had to offer? Goodness, no wonder she was so cruel - she must be bored out of her skull if she never had any fun! Her eyes were narrowed at him and Sanctio tilted his head at her, his face handsome and relaxed. There was no fear etched across his facial features, but that did not mean he had his guard down. He was ready to move to defend himself, should she make any hint at going after him. Eventually, after several seconds of silence ticking by, Rianne squared herself up (at least, that's what it looked like) and a sly little smile crept across Sanctio's face. Was she trying to intimidate him? Who are you? It was clearly a demand. She was angry with him. "Mi nombre es Sanctio," he introduced himself, and okay, sure, maybe he was just picking at her on purpose now but she made it so amusing, the way she reacted to his "speech impediment." You know my name, claim to be a “friend”, and clearly have some business here with me. State it. The way she said the word "friend" made it clear that she had no interest in his friendship. The Clydesdale was unsurprised by that. She didn't seem like the friendly type, honestly. "I have heard about you, Rianne. I wanted to meet you for myself. Curiosity is my reason for being here." He grinned then, flicking his tail against his flank, a display of mock relaxation and comfort. Maybe he was egging her on, just a little bit, but was that so wrong? She made it all too easy. You can also explain what “Senorita” means, and why you call me that. Sanctio arched his neck slightly, peering down at the woman in front of him. "It is just the Spanish term for... I believe the English word would be miss. I call you that because that is what you are, is it not, Miss Rianne?" He winked then, adding on, "unless you would prefer the term bonita - that means pretty. I figured I would start with something more neutral before I started trying to seduce you." He said this with that same twinkling in his eyes, a slight smirk on his face. He was joking. Teasing her, despite her evident annoyance with him. What was it with Dark mares not being able to take a joke these days? Sunfrost w/ Rianne 803 | ProfileSassy bastard LOL 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread
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Post by Sunfrost on Jan 7, 2024 14:27:11 GMT -7
Why the hell was he smiling? And when she asked him what his name was, he said Mi nombre es Sanctio. More of the speech impediment! And what kind of long name was that? Rianne glared, her disapproval and anger ringing clearly across her face. The bone charms in her mane and tail clinked together lightly as she stepped forward, glaring straight into this stranger’s face was the repressed ferocity of an adder about to strike. That’s a long name, “Minombreessanctio” she stated, her words mocking. I can barely get it out of my mouth. How do others stomach it? The sneer was openly pronounced on her face. This horse, this foul creature, sought to invade her lands, address her so informally, and now act so amused? She was absolutely infuriated.
She listened, barely blinking, as he explained how he had heard about her, and was…curious. A smirk flitted onto her face at the idea of her renown having brought him here, immediately flipping her feelings from incensed to arrogantly intrigued yet also remaining annoyed. But what did that mean, exactly? And honestly, was this horse able to say anything with a straight expression? Why did he smile, as though her reputation and his reason for being here were amusing? What have you heard, and what do you wish to hear? she asked. Maybe this would prove to be a spot of entertainment in her day, if he was suitably impressed by what he heard and didn’t ask stupid questions. Rianne wouldn’t mind imparting some wisdom, seeing as the horse in front of her clearly lacked it and was impudent on top of everything else. He mentioned next that Senorita was the Spanish term for “miss”, which made her snort. Yeah, yeah, Miss Rianne…how pretentious she neighed, hating the title in front of her name. She was just Rianne. It didn’t sound right for her name to be preceded with anything, except the emotions of fear and awe.
Rianne would have said more, but then the horse in front of her mentioned a new word – bonita, “pretty”. I figured I would start with something more neutral before I started trying to seduce you. He was smirking now. Rianne felt her blood boil almost instantly. He thought this whole thing a joke, and then pretended to flirt with her? Baring her teeth, Rianne barely restrained herself from striking like a snake for his face, the better to paint a different expression on it, one dripping with blood. Are you for real? she asked, her tone disbelieving and mocking at the same time. You’re here to "seduce" me? With your curiosity? She shook her head, unable to believe the gall of this horse. Explain why you’re actually here she ordered, impatient with this game and wishing to just get on with it. There was no way this was the actual reason.
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Post by fleabittengray on Jan 26, 2024 14:52:00 GMT -7
x SANCTIO She was annoyed with him, but for what? All he had done was be polite, and make some jokes. Wasn't his fault if she did not have a sense of humor! A shame, too, because even with the bone charms in her hair, Rianne was still pretty. She probably wanted to look intimidating but Sanctio didn't think she was, at least not right now. He was honestly too amused to be frightened by her threats. That wasn't to say that he was underestimating her, he was sure she was just as fearsome as the rumors he'd heard about her, but that did not automatically mean he had to be afraid of her. He could respect someone's skills as a warrior without trembling and cowering at their feet. After he'd introduced himself (in Spanish, of course), Rianne glared at him and stalked all the closer, despite being much shorter than himself. Sanctio grinned. That’s a long name, “Minombreessanctio” A bark of laughter erupted from him, evidently finding her hilarious. I can barely get it out of my mouth. How do others stomach it? Brow raising as his laughter faded, though his amused grin never left, Sanctio casually stated, "Well, normally, they just call me Sanctio."He knew he really should not keep poking and prodding at her, because eventually she was going to get tired of his shit and probably attack him (if what others said about her was true), but he just couldn't help himself. She made it too easy. What have you heard, and what do you wish to hear? To that, Sanctio gave her a smug look, his tail flicking casually and his ears perking forward. "What do you hope I have heard, and what are you willing to tell?" He countered her questions with two of his own, his tone never losing it's amusement and the twinkle never fading from his eyes. Honestly, how did she get through life with a metaphorical stick up her ass? What, was fun and jokes and laughter not allowed anymore, to be consider a part of the Dark alliance? How dreadfully boring.Yeah, yeah, Miss Rianne…how pretentious He snickered, hearing the hatred for the title in her tone. "Mmm, just Rianne, then, si?" He was continuing to tease her, knowing that, sooner or later, she was either going to demand he leave her home, or try to rip his tongue out. Well, she could certainly try, but Sanctio wouldn't make it an easy task for her. Even with the way she bared her teeth threateningly at him after he'd told her the meaning of bonita, Sanctio still showed no signs of fear or really anything other than amusement. Why was she so agitated by laughter? How curious. Are you for real? Despite her tone, he nodded. "Quite real, yes." She looked ready to lunge at him, but, to his surprise, she did not. You’re here to "seduce" me? With your curiosity? Sanctio did not confirm nor deny such allegations. It was funnier to let her make assumptions. Explain why you’re actually here.Sanctio frowned - more of a pout, really - and sighed heavily. "You do not believe me, Rianne? Por qué?" He used more Spanish, if only to get under her skin all the more. It was kind of fun, honestly, being able to instigate her, without having to resort to violence. Sunfrost w/ Rianne 562 | ProfileI am CACKLING 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread Por qué = why
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Post by Sunfrost on Feb 29, 2024 20:27:39 GMT -7
Well, normally they just call me Sanctio. Rianne blinked. She’d considered ripping his throat out during the laughing phase of her responding like a normal horse to him, and now this. He still seemed entertained, but he was clearly not going to volunteer any explanation. Great she neighed, sarcasm thick on her tongue, eyes ranging over him doubtfully. Sanctio? What kind of name was Sanctio? Now she was seeing another side of him, this one smug, as she questioned what he had heard. He apparently would rather know what she’d hoped he’d heard, and what she was willing to tell. Apparently this was all one big joke to him. The lithe bay mare’s lip curled. Life was not a joke, unless she was the one telling it for her own entertainment. I wish to tell you nothing about me. You’re the intruder here she pointed out. The onus is on you to explain yourself, especially as apparently you came to find me personally. That was just common courtesy, which apparently eluded the heathen before her.
Secretly, Rianne hoped he’d heard of her reputation. Ferocity. Queenlike. Not to be messed with. Lay down and die rather than face in battle, unless you would fight for the sake of her own amusement or to test your strength. But Rianne voiced none of this to this intruder, who was clearly here pulling her tail and wasting her time. Was he here just to have…fun? In a time of war? As she noted how pretentious saying “Miss Rianne” was, she became ever more convinced that his real purpose here was entertainment, and nothing serious whatsoever. She made no reply to him confirming what she’d rather be called. Rianne was enough, and he ought to know that. Responding would not benefit her in any way possible. Let him stew on how forgetful he was, for coming here in search of her yet not knowing the proper form of address.
As Rianne plied him with her demand and he responded with yet another joke, she sighed with annoyance, turning her eyes to the sky. You’ve apparently heard of me. I’m not known for humoring strangers she neighed, tone dry as a desert wind. State your business or leave. She didn’t tack on that she’d drive him from her home if she had to. She was more than capable of that, and her pulse quickened in anticipation of it. Honestly, that would be the most fun she’d had in a few days, driving a stupid stranger away. All the same, though, Rianne felt like this one would not be worth the energy. He was far too entertained by every little thing to take a battle as seriously as it should be taken. He annoyed her almost as much as Tricolor Treat. Maybe they knew each other? Rianne wouldn’t be surprised if this was another emissary from the Light Kingdom or something. Let me guess. You’re from the Light Kingdom. You’re here to talk about the war. It fit his annoying personality, and he wouldn’t be the first.
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Post by fleabittengray on Mar 12, 2024 16:57:03 GMT -7
x SANCTIO She was so angry! And for what? Because she couldn't handle a joke? Was that going to be her biggest weakness, her inability to laugh and enjoy herself? Sanctio hated how serious some horses could be! He believed there was a time and a place for seriousness, of course, but there was an even bigger time and place for jokes and laughter and genuinely feeling good about yourself. He wondered then if she felt good about herself. Was she happy, he pondered, or did her serious nature and anger stem from something not so happy... something dark and traumatic, perhaps, which seemed much too common in the histories of most equines. And hurt beings hurt other beings. Trauma could often lead to dark and wicked ways, and being unwilling to turn from those ways. His head cocked then, thinking deeply for a moment, brown eyes softening as he grinned at her with giddy amusement. Great. Sarcasm dripped from the single word and he huffed out a soft peel of laughter. "Muy bien! he agreed, winking at the bay warrior maiden. I wish to tell you nothing about me. You’re the intruder here. The onus is on you to explain yourself, especially as apparently you came to find me personally. To that, the massive Clydesdale shrugged. "I've got nothing to prove to you, Rianne. I come in peace, even in times of war." For now, anyway. He had not come here looking for a fight. He'd come here because he was curious, and, well, Sanctio never did do a good job ignoring his curiosity. "If you wish to not tell me anything about you, then I will hold my own secrets close as well. Seems fair, no?" He snickers, arching his neck and snorting with a toss of his head. You’ve apparently heard of me. I’m not known for humoring strangers There was no more sarcasm dripping from her words, coating every syllable. The words were dry. It reminded him of someone speaking when they were very tired. Too tired for jokes. State your business or leave. He stared down at her, pretending to ponder the options, and then he gave a deep sigh, eyes twinkling, and took a few steps backward, beginning to turn. "Alright, alright," he murmured, though even as he was beginning to take his first step toward walking away, she spoke again. He smirked. Clearly, she wasn't as through with him as she was trying to seem. He would take that as a win. Let me guess. You’re from the Light Kingdom. You’re here to talk about the war. He looked sideways at her, a brow quirked, and then he dipped his head, eyes never leaving her face. "As smart as she is beautiful and fierce!" he hummed, turning his body back toward her. "But you did just tell me to leave, Rianne. It would be quite rude of me to overstay my welcome."Sunfrost w/ Rianne 487 | ProfileCACKLES 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread Muy bien = Very good
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Post by Sunfrost on Mar 29, 2024 19:14:28 GMT -7
Muy bien! Rianne glared at him, dark brown eyes unimpressed. Yeah, yeah, muy bien she muttered under her breath, wondering if it would still be “muy bien” if she went ahead and ripped his throat out. Maybe for her, not so much for him, but that was all part of the fun! She eyed him as he shrugged, claiming he apparently had nothing to prove and he “came in peace”. He was clearly here as some sort of vacation, which Rianne was almost bored enough to entertain despite the very real threat to her patience and sanity. If you wish to not tell me anything about you, then I will hold my own secrets close as well. Seems fair, no? She grit her teeth, refusing to indulge in an answer to that one. He would simply be too entertained by it, given his ensuing snicker and snort.
The Akhal Teke inquired as to his business, wondering if he would finally say something serious. He stared at her, ever playful despite the very clear threat she posed to him. He was turning away, and she just couldn’t help but voice her sarcastic guess. She was too smart not to know who this sniveling fool stood for. He was such a Light, dripping with some sort of oddly fun joy that she just found irritating to deal with. As smart as she is beautiful and fierce! But you did just tell me to leave, Rianne. It would be quite rude of me to overstay my welcome. She grit her teeth again, wondering if she was about to break them while gnashing them together. This horse was unreal.
I’m not leaving the war, I hope Utopia loses, and your trip here is entirely wasted she summarized, her tone as dry as a desert wind. Bye bye now. She didn’t turn her back on him, merely waited for him to finally leave her be, her muscles coiled like a spring ready to pounce. She would drive him out, tall Clydesdale or not, if necessary. Would he make it necessary? She almost wished he would. She could use the exercise.
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 19, 2024 4:23:11 GMT -7
x SANCTIO Though he knew it was, quite frankly, stupid to be antagonizing her like this, Sanctio couldn't help the amusement that pulsed through him. She was just so hilarious, with her grumpy anger and rage directed at him. And for what reasons? Cracking a few jokes? Or just because he was a Light aligned brute who had crossed her border? And what a task it had been! Her home was not the easiest of places to get into, and he assumed it would be just as lovely getting out of here, but he didn't care. He was enjoying himself all too much at the moment. Yeah, yeah, muy bien The words were muttered under her breath, causing Sanctio's ears to perk toward her with a huff of quiet amusement. Did she often repeat words she didn't understand, he wondered, or was he just that lucky? His next round of comments and question didn't even get a response from her, other than seeing her grit her teeth, and Sanctio could pretty much guess that she wanted to go for his throat just from the look on her face. Meanwhile he was grinning, jovial and warm despite the predicament. I’m not leaving the war, I hope Utopia loses, and your trip here is entirely wasted. Her tone was dry but Sanctio was grinning, devious and ambitious. Bye bye now. Sanctio again turned to leave, walking away in a manner that was almost lazy. "Good bye for now, Rianne," he called out to her, flicking his tail as he walked, and for a moment as he peered over his shoulder at her, his eyes held fire - as if daring her to attack now, while he back was turned and he was retreating. "And for the record, darling, I'm not leaving the war, either." He wanted to add something more, like that he hoped Hell lost and froze over, but he knew better than to push her buttons too much. Sunfrost w/ Rianne 326 | Profilethey need another encounter LMAO 8 years 9 months, autumn, afternoon, his first Act 2 thread
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Post by Sunfrost on Apr 21, 2024 14:23:00 GMT -7
fleabittengray I'd be ABSOLUTELY down for them to have another encounter after this! We should make an arrangement...or, I have an idea...XD
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Post by fleabittengray on Apr 22, 2024 4:07:18 GMT -7
Sunfrost hmu on discord with your idea!!
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