
Tell me wear you're' hiding your voodoo doll
'Cause I can't control myself
Witchling
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
voodoo priestess; any
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04-03-2016, 10:03 AM
![]() Tell me wear you're' hiding your voodoo doll 'Cause I can't control myself Witchling
04-03-2016, 07:48 PM
Hyro caught the fledgling out the corner of her eye, the unique pattern to it's coat stood out from the landscape around them and peeked Hyro's interest. At a casual pace she headed towards the baby, brown orbs twinkling, a maternal hunger growled deep within, she whinnied softly to the babe as she approached, not intending to startle or frighten. hello there, you're quite young to be alone, are you alright? The words came out so soft, so sincere that even Hyro was caught in a moment of surprise.
Shaking the feeling off she stops, a few feet from the foal, reaching out her whiskered muzzle to nuzzle the baby fuzz, pure delight glittered in her eyes as she inhaled the fledglings scent. With a soft whuff of air, she took a step back and tilted her head in adoration. I'm Hyro, do you have a name, I hope I didn't startle you.
Resting a hind leg, she watched the babe intently, in love with the thought of little ones.
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