07-21-2016, 08:34 PM
Our Kimber had seen better times, that is certain but coming home fresh from a raid on the Desert's gives her the leniency to look like such. She has a broken wing, left shoulder pain and although her vision has mostly repaired itself; a nervous twitch still lingers on. She passes through the field slowly, painfully but it's the shortest route from the plains. She thinks for a moment about how this could be dangerous, she's injured, alone and traveling during autumn. While all the other creatures begin to forage and build nests for the winter, creatures of her own are making 'nests' of their own in one another's beds.
But, only an idiot would rape her.
She notices a man on the horizon speaking with some random mare, no doubt who he likely would spread his seed with - she scoffs, wanting nothing less than to be beneath a man or even around one in general. She watches as another cotton candy blue mare approaches him. Perhaps it is simply Kimber's nature to be nosey or perhaps it is leftover rage from her battle; whatever it is, she advances toward them. The black and blue ombre mare walks on the outside of the pair, not too close in the event of an attack, "Are harlot's like liars? It takes one to know one?" she chuckles, her laugh infectious as it cuts the hormone thick air and resonates within her. She gives a coy smile, steam still rising from her armored wings, "I'm Kimber - I caught her name, what's yours? I'm on my way back to the Chamber, perhaps you could join me and learn a few things, no?"
winged, immortal dip-dyed colonel of the chamber
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