Beqanna - Golden Plains

somebody that i used to know

Wed, 31 Aug 2016 18:53:44 +0000

Though he plans to stay away from the Feild (the journey takes longer than he is comfortable leaving his herd alone), the other herdlands are close enough.

The striped and spotted stallion stands at the edge of the Golden Plains, having been drawn in by the place's resemblance to his homeland as well as the scent of a band of mares. There was no cluster of half-grown bachelors at the edge of her, which makes Njenyi suspect that the herd stallion is either infertile or far too lenient with his sons and allows them to stay in the herd past weaning.

There's only one way to find out, and that's to check out the herd. He inches closer, keeping sharp brown eyes alert for any mare standing too far from the bunch that he might easily herd away.

I shall keep you and call you my squishy-[Wallace,Any]

Sat, 20 Aug 2016 01:15:42 +0000

the words she knows the tune she hums

The ebony mare guided the Grullo foal back to her and Phaedrus' home in the Golden Plains. The foal was full of emotions, being abandoned by her family and trying to find her sister. Zara's heart hurt for the foal, she did not understand how an equine could just dump there child off forgetting about them forever. The walk was rather silent but it was peaceful to watch the curious foal interested in everything life has to offer.

They finally reached the golden plains and Zara smiled This is your home now she gently nuzzled the foal on her back before looking at the large beautiful field. Wallace was lucky to be seeing the field during the summer, it was full of plants that made it look like a golden field. Butterflies flew all around the field and the occasional squirrel would run through the plants. It was very lonely in the Golden Plains, she has not seen Phaedrus since her last daughter was born almost two years ago, and her dear friend Besra has been gone for longer than that. A small sigh escaped her maw in the thoughts but she looked down to the helpless foal and a smile grew once again. I hope you will like it here, when you get older I will bring you to the kingdom a gentle laugh escaped her maw and she trotted forward looking back to ensure the filly could keep up.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer

@[Wallace]

OOC: uhmmm yea idk...i hate intros

A Meeting Of The Minds -[Mares]

Sat, 30 Jul 2016 15:48:00 +0000

the words she knows the tune she hums

It has been painfully quiet in the Golden Plains, Besra vanish and Phaedrus was scarce. He was off in the war against the deserts, but she has not seen him since. Analiese was now an adventurous yearling always running off to explore something new. Josie disappeared without saying goodbye, she still held hope they would see each other one last time. Zaravich has lived in these lands for some years now and barely knew any of the other mares, she wanted a friendship like her and Besra had.

The ebony mare paced through the empty meadow in the plains, a whinny escaped her maw and she hoped another would answer her. It was almost spring, the snow was starting to melt and the days grew warmer, she was more than excited to see grass and flowers again. With every step she took the snow crunched beneath her.It was lonely when Phaedrus was gone, hopefully she could have another friendship like Besra. She has seen the other mares at the herd meeting, although none of them spoke to each other. They listened to what Phaedrus had to say and dispersed when he was done.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer

OOC: if any mare wants to make a friend :p

This Is A See You Later, Not A Goodbye-[Phaedrus, Zara]

Sun, 24 Jul 2016 22:42:34 +0000

Josie

It has been about a full season since she became a member of the Tundra, she loved it there and was happy with her decision. Her time in the Golden Plains was limited after the Herd Meeting where she announced her decision to leave the herd. She was so excited to start her own life that she forgot to say goodbye to Phaedrus and her mother. But her visit today was mostly for Sheba, the kingdoms magic was drained and she knew that meant Sheba was gone but she prayed that maybe she was still around so she could say goodbye.

Her hooves beat the ground with all her might, and she went as fast as she possibly could Sheba! She screamed out as she raced passed the Golden Plains borders Sheba.....please.... she looked around hoping to see that frisky feline jumping down from one of the tree branches. But it looks like she was too late, her heart stung with pain, she should have said goodbye earlier, why did she leave without saying anything. She looked around and shot a whinny out, maybe Phaedrus or her mother would be in ear shot. Since she was here she might as well let them know her whereabouts and say there goodbyes.

Like The Dancer Before Me

I'll Hold You Close To My Heart-{Birthing}

Sat, 02 Jul 2016 14:21:46 +0000

the words she knows the tune she hums

She had remained distant from the herd since her stillborn last year, it was a disappointment to herself and Phaedrus. It was a rather quiet year, Josie was off making her own life and Zara recently began her diplomat duties again out and recruiting in the field. Phaedrus was rarely in the herd lands, and when he was it was hard to find time with him due to the large number of herd members. But she was never truly alone, after months of never feeling alone the mysterious creature appeared, her spirit animal. It was a Jet black wolf, by the name of Zaphod. He was always lurking around and was near when Zara needed him, and today was no different but he remained hidden in the woods.

Contractions began and the feeling was oh so familiar, she knew that she would birthing soon. It was nerve racking that until the foal is born she wont know if it is alive, she just wanted to be a mother again, to have a foal Phaedrus can be proud of. She walked around looking for a place to nestle into waiting for the contractions expand into unbearable pain. She slowly strolled around the Golden Plains hopeful to remain hidden from the others until she was able to deliver the foal.

It was almost mid day now and she finally settle on an open field, the trees were near by where she could tell Zaphod stayed, but was out of sight. She buckled her front legs, hind legs following, relaxing on a soft bed of grass beneath her. She grew very uncomfortable now and her body made it clear it was time to push, she pushed long and hard and the sun was starting to set when a foal appeared before her. To her joy the foal was alive and well, and to top it off the beautiful filly had beautiful wings to match Phaedrus. She was a beautiful representation of the love she and Phaedrus shared. She nuzzled up to the filly cleaning her Analiese she spoke gently to the filly, looking at her with pure joy.

Zaravich

the tiny dancer

ALL HERD [MANDITORY]

Thu, 16 Jun 2016 04:53:29 +0000

PHAEDRUS

Its time…. He’s tense at first not sure what to make of the whole thing. Not sure how to start, or what to do. Then again there was no point to worrying about such things if indeed he was intending on saying anything… especially when no one was present to hear it. So this is where he starts, first he calls for New Romantics, but then when he realizes how long it would take by calling each individual name, he changes his approach and trumpets a call through the land announcing his presence, and hoping that they would all show up, including Josie.

As each come out of the woodwork, and each make themselves known near the creek he stands the large willow draping curtains around their group. He takes a deep breath before letting it out. Uncertainty wreaking havoc in his mind. This would be a new thing for him. And new was never a good thing, he didn’t know what to expect, he had never addressed a group before in his life, never had he any experience asserting leadership. No this was all new, and with a so much confidence, with such a need to be certain before he spoke, even in normal conversation, this was unfamiliar territory. He shifts letting the introductions, and occasional hello’s, the foals to calm themselves, and for them all to become comfortable with one another before he begins.

His first words are tense with nerves, maybe a little higher than his normal droning voice. Thank you all for coming He swallows cotton, as his tongue is to thick, and his throat to dry. I called for this meeting for several reasons, the first one being about Josie. He turns his gaze to the filly he had come to know as his daughter. Are you wanting to join a kingdom? Or herd? I am sure that you are ready to begin this decision. He waits for them to start talking, when this part of the discussion dies down, and things are finally decided he continues, as each of you come to decide what it is you desire to do, come and let me know, we will work to get you where you want to go when the time comes. He smiles gently at them, slowly easing into the role he had chosen when he had decided to take up the herd. Again he waits seeing if there were any questions, or curious minds working right then. Also if the adults want to join a kingdom I do encourage that as well.
Secondly, our herd is growing larger, and because of that I am not able to spend nearly as much time regardless of what is going on because of this. While this is a pleasing situation for the Dale, I am sure that the scattered small talk is not nearly enough for each individual present. Josie being such proof, that she is beyond the age that I had intended on helping her learn her way about the world. If another Alpha is present, she can assist in this area, along with finding decent herds to make alliances with to provide good and safe homes for the young that will eventually leave this land. This will provide safety for this herd, but also safety for the others as well, giving our young a chance at a safe place should they choose that lifestyle. Also the Dale has several alliances and possibly expanding their alliances as well, so kingdom choice is not limited either. Also if the Alpha female is able to, she can call you all together to enjoy each other’s company. I want you all to feel comfortable with one another, and able to not have to live in solitude. After all we are all a family here. For these reasons I have been watching over the past years, looking for one that would have enough passion, time, compassion, initiative, and wise thinking to perform these tasks. It’s a heavy load, and one that I don’t want to put on one without careful consideration first. Thus far, Besra has displayed all of these things, and if the rest of you are in agreement I believe that she would be well suited to be entrusted with the care of the herd when I am off on kingdom duties, or otherwise indisposed. As I must confess I cannot keep up with everything all the time. Again he stops, sweat beading on his coat, this was the second time he had been required to speak so much, but it was all necessary and not something that he would begrudge doing. Just he was grateful for the momentary break, waiting for reactions, listening as others gave their input, wondering if there was anyone else that would like to take up the position. Hoping that this would not cause contention within the group. After a decision is arrived on he takes a breath and steps towards the foals reaching out his face to playfully nip and engage them. He includes Josie in this fun, regardless of her age, because he still saw her as his daughter. The bobcat in the trees joins them pouncing next to the nearest foal only to mewl her approval of playtime. She crouches her tail swatting at the grasses and she bats her soft paw towards Josie reminding her that even if she was larger now she was still the same little filly that would curl herself up into the spirit animal.

i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must

@[Besra]
@[New Romantics]
@[Vakarian]
@[Zaravich]
@[Gyps]

The light that shines so bright - Any

Tue, 14 Jun 2016 18:53:06 +0000

The light that shines so bright

Now the summer had arrived she finally understood the name of the herdland that was her birth home. Especially during the sunrise and sunset the view was breath taking. Gyps had already discovered that it was even better from the sky. She wasn’t strong enough yet to fly long and far distances, but she did enjoy the freedom that her wings gave her. At least it was more than her aunt’s abilities, as she had soon learned. Neither her own mother was able to choose the sky over earth, but her father had. And Gyps took great pride in the fact that she took after her black and cobalt blue father. Just as she supported some of her mother’s sky blue hair.

Gyps was a perfect mingle of both her parents. A pair of wings, navy blue mane and a sky blue tail. Little did she know that it automatically meant that she also took after both her grandmother’s; Felidae and Felinae. That she was the product of incest – after all, her father was her grandmother’s half-brother – was also only known to the siblings themselves. Not that it mattered or changed anything, since Gyps was brought into the world already. And she had turned out perfectly fine, maybe a bit vain and biased of those who were just like her. But mostly she was Phaedrus and Besra’s sweet little girl.

It was one of those days that no clouds were visible in the sky, it was clear blue. The kind of blue she and her mother showed. The sun stood high and proud in the sky, not yet ready to decent and hide behind the horizon for just another night. It was the very same sun Gyps was looking up at. Not for too long, the bright light was blinding and it hurt her eyes. Instead she let her gaze travel to the silhouettes of those who lived at the Golden Plains just like her. She knew her own mother wasn’t too far away, feeling perfectly safe and watched over, but with a sad heart she looked at her siblings. They were never alone, always joined at the hip. Both pairs that was. There was Wolfish and Steris and the other two were called Rustic and Clarisse. She knew their names, but Gyps had not dared to approach them, not able to not feel outnumbered if she would. After all, she was the only newborn in the herd that didn’t have a twin to lean on.

Gyps

Phaedrus x Besra

Hills like white elephants [Open/Birthing]

Mon, 06 Jun 2016 15:36:00 +0000

A kiss is not a contract

It happens when Besra is left unprepared. She’d known this whole time what changes were happening to her, just like she’d known that eventually she’d have to deal with bringing her first child into this world all on her own, but somehow it still caught her by surprise. Even with all her gusto and planning, it turned out that the appropriate time and place had eventually come down to what little Gyps had wanted. Yes … she’d named the foal before birth. Some would’ve cautioned against it (you can never tell whether or not it’ll survive anyhow) and others would’ve laughed that Besra had gone ahead and given the little one a name before knowing the gender. But that was who she was - confident, knowing her moves before she takes them. Even with all the caution in the world Besra knew that she couldn’t stick to the usual way of things. She’d never been a usual mare.

So she’d spent the days talking to her belly. Telling the growing child about Phaedrus, about Archam. Sometimes, when dusk began to descend on the plains and Besra found herself feeling that empty loneliness begin to creep into her heart she would settle for telling her foal about Golden Plains and the Gates. Of course, she could never be sure if the foal could hear her or not, but it was a way to make peace with how much the little one had changed her, body and mind. Eventually, after nights and days spent spinning tales, Besra began to fall in love with the unborn curiosity, and that’s when she had named it. “How do you like that, Gyps?” She’d told her distended barrel one day after talking about watching Felinae and Zeik fly. A flutter of unseen feet responded and Besra had stared wide-eyed at her sides and knew how hopelessly devoted she already was to this little wonder.

So, naturally, Gyps had decided to make her grand entrance while Besra was attempting to relax. The spring weather was agreeable this year, balmy but not uncomfortably hot. Her mouth had been halfway full with the new grass sprouts and just like that, she felt her back hurt and her stomach clench. Irritated, she’d stomped a single hoof and lashed her tail, and that’s when her water had spilled. “Oh no …” She’d thought, and her head had risen to look out over the empty plains to where the seclusion and safety of the forest waited - hundreds of yards out of reach. That’s when she’d started walking.

It didn’t take long. The pain was too much and her will was slowly receding before she decided to make the most of her situation. The silver mare circles once, worry flooding her thoughts as she buckles slowly to take refuge in the tall, swaying cover. Nothing had prepared her for the fear, or the uncertainty. What if something went wrong? Who would help her? Her nostrils are quivering with the effort of her heavy breathing her her head shifts, eyes closing as she decides to let go of the terror and focus on simply pushing. The first few are so painful she nearly gives up, but she thinks of Felinae and inhales deeply, holding it for a moment before releasing the breath and giving her last ounce of energy to an impossibly forceful push.

The rest is simple. Gyps eases out into the world and with a breathy laugh of relief Besra lifts her head weakly to look back on her child. It’s still a bundle, wrapped precariously and waiting to be opened. Somehow, (she’s not quite sure how she manages) she rises to her feet and turns about, helping to reveal the life she and Phaedrus had made. What lies in wait is a filly, beautifully sculpted and with inky black fur. But that’s not what surprises her the most - what surprises her the most is the pair of perfect wings tucked into her daughter’s sides. The girl opens her eyes, ears flopping on top of an unsteady head, and Besra lowers her nose to her daughter’s face. “I’m so happy to meet you, little Gyps.” She tells her, meaning every word. Besra, who has never known true love before, feels overcome by it now.

@[Gyps]
@[Phaedrus]

i'd rather be a riot than indifferent; birthing, any

Sat, 04 Jun 2016 04:54:13 +0000

V A K A R I A N

i'd rather be a riot than indifferent

She is so DONE with being pregnant.

The whole thing really hadn’t seemed so bad when other mares had talked about it, when her mother had talked about it. They’d reminisced in loving terms about the feeling of life growing inside them, of the joyful anticipation that comes as the due date nears …

And poor Vakarian just feels like a whale.

A horrendously fat whale.

Her belly has grown exponentially over the past few months, to the point where taking a trip anywhere is pretty much out of the question.

She’s been spending her days waddling about the Golden Plains, moving mostly between the stream and her favourite resting place. Her poor ankles aren’t fit for much else. She’s starting to get a little stir crazy too. It’s not that she particularly wants to leave the plains, it would just be nice to have the option every once in a while.

 So, when the labour pains finally hit, she nearly shouts in relief. She represses it though, not wanting to startle the others, and waddles off as quickly as she can to the little grassy hollow in which she often rests.

The process itself is startlingly quick, and in under an hour, not one, but TWO little damp bundles lie in the golden grass at her side. “Oh.” She says as she hoists herself to her feet, and looks down on them in obvious surprise. Twins. “No wonder I’ve gotten so fat.”

She takes a few steps towards them and begins to clean off the mess of birth, making note of few important details. One being that one’s a boy (the bay) and the other’s a girl (the black), and that there appears to be a distinct lack of tail sticking out of the boy's butt. Oh dear. Something catches the light and Vakarian peers in closer, eyes widening when she realizes that one of the girl’s hooves appears to be made of shimmering diamond. “Oh hell.” Vakarian snorts as the diamond flashes, then turns into an ordinary, dark hoof. “Someone takes after me …” Hopefully in traits only. She doesn’t want a mini-me running around.

The wind changes, bringing with it the scent of the other horses of the herd, and Vakarian gives a brief start. Right, she should probably let Phaedrus know. She lets a low call out for the stallion, knowing that he’s likely somewhere nearby. The stallion hasn’t been travelling too far a field lately, what with all the pregnant mares in his herd. She has to wonder what he’ll think of adding another two little beasties to their family …

Hey Tiny! I'll still post to the other thread, but I just wanted to get this up so we could get started with the twins.

Talk Less, Smile More (Birthing); Phaedrus, Twins, Any

Fri, 03 Jun 2016 01:33:49 +0000

New Romantics

She had never expected her body to change so rapidly. It seemed only yesterday when she had a lean body, and now her body was a host to a little being slowly growing within her own body. She was unaware of the effects of being with child, would do to her body. Swollen heels, back pain, sore joints, small little kicks every once in a while, and of course the continuous urge to eat. Truthfully she had gotten annoyed with the process of being a mobile incubator, and just wanted the child to be out ASAP. Little did she know her body was a host to two little beings.

She found herself in her little nook when the contractions began, pains shooting up her spine, deteriorating her body into a mental state of shock. Her instincts took over and she began to wail out his name, "Phaedrus..... Phaedrus...." She stopped after a few wails, as the pain was so unbearable that she was not able to even speak. She clenched her teeth and soon enough she found a wet lump at her hind, shakily the mare still trembled and began to groom the petite child (Rustic) she was an inky black little girl with more features of her father.

Soon enough pains shot up her spine once more, she flinched at first. She had no idea she was expecting two, dropping once again upon the ground the silver toned women gave birth to another child, less painful than the first or was her body just adjusting to the pain? Standing back up the mare found another ebony little girl (Clarisse) and began to groom her thoroughly as she had done to her first child. This little girl held more features of her mother.

They were small, and Roma was immediately in love with her cute little ebony duo an obvious trade mark of their father. The younger child remained at rest as if adjusting to her surroundings while her older child was straggling to stand up. Her immediate instinct was to help her stand, bushing her muzzle under the little girl's abdomen she supported her steadily until the girl got the grasp of the concept and began suckling from her teat.

Her second priority was to get her younger child up and moving about, nipping at the child's hip she encouraged the girl upon her feet using the same method she had with her older child. Soon enough she had both girls suckling on either sides. Roma continued to caress their coats until they're absolutely clean, and then she paused for a moment. Who was who? Her azure eyes shift to both bodies and winging it as any first mother she gave the two their names.

Guessing the child on her left was her older child she chose a name that would suit her older daughter something that was different and unique, "Rustic." She gently nipped at the girl's hind. Then she turned her attention towards the child on her right, she had to have a sweet little name that was gentle off the tongue, "Clarisse.". Yes, she had finally named both her girls and all she had to do was await the arrival of her knight in shining armor, the father to her sweet little inky black duo she had been gifted with.

Talk Less, Smile More. Don't Let Them Know What You're Against Or What You're For.

This might be confusing... But just roll with it
@[Phaedrus]

A Peace Offering- [Phaederus]

Fri, 27 May 2016 18:48:42 +0000

Archam

The bay roan stallion made the travels from the Falls to the Dale, aware of the location Phaderus' herd resided. The travel was long, and on his way he knew that he was walking on thin ice, the conversation could turn into a battle from remaining anger of the opposing stallion. He left as soon as light was offered, the sun hidden from the winter clouds, all he had to go off was the light in the sky. He imagined it was now fully bloomed and high set as he could clearly see everything. He passed the playground were the foals played with one another, regardless of the kingdom they belong to and soon enough the Dales scent ran through his nares.

Once he entered what he thought to be the golden plains he stood at the border, just inside. He took a deep breath from within allowing a whinny to echo around him, His calling bounced off from the trees around. He relaxed his body to show that he meant no harm and was only here on official business. He wanted to meet with Phaderus to give a peace offering, and perhaps in the end form an alliance of some sort. He knew there was still a fresh wound between the two in his recent decision to steal Besra, but hopeful that his early release of her mended some of the anger. His ears remained alert as he listened for the stag to approach.

Lead Stallion of Cobblestone Creek

@[Phaederus]

Vakarian

Wed, 25 May 2016 02:32:39 +0000

PHAEDRUS

Through blue tendrils he smiles widely at the mare aproaching him. Comfortable with what relationship they had began, whatever it was. He sidles up to her nothing hindering him with formalities, and such. He still remembered their nights spent together, heated and desperate, he knows her intimately. Why this season had taken him like this he could not tell you. BUt it had, and little did he know the results that would occur because of it. Hows my little diamond today? He grins at her mischieviously nibbling up her neck. Possesively standing next to her.

Something was happening to several of his mares bellies, he couldn't pinpoint it just yet, but they all looked different to him somehow. It still puzzled him, and even as he had tried to rack his brain about it, it still slipped by him that maybe their little escapades had taken root. Never before had he been around a mare long enough to find out. Though being a skilled lover had its perks, it didn't mean that the women liked to stick around for him to see the results. He had seen other mares in later stages, but none close to himself nor had he vigulantly paid attention to the mares in their early stages either.

So of course today is no different and he remains oblivious to what was happening. Just that after such a season he felt... well... invigerated. The grasses tickle his belly, and the cawing of birds set a calming atmosphere for himself. His confidence building back up slowly. Nibbling his way back down to her whithers he breathes out a relaxing sigh. Why he hadn't thought of pleasuring his mares before he couldn't fathom. But now that he knew they enjoyed it, he was sure to make it a regular occurance.

i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must

Snowphish

Wed, 25 May 2016 02:18:14 +0000

PHAEDRUS

He hoped that the mare would join them soon, but still he didn't obsess over it either. Today he is taking to the skies looking out over the land, watching the borders and enjoying a leasurely day. Another thing that just proved to be a rarity that he cherished. As much as he loved staying busy it still helped to give himself a breather every so often. It was in a word his guilty pleasure.

Dipping , and rising in the clouds the wind whips agianst his skin rippling his muscles with its force. Tearing his mane and tail out behind him. The large pegasus baths in the sun, this time a little bit more of an expert in his ariel skills. Not that he had ever been to bad at it. Just that the last time he had run into her he had been practicing, and had failed miserably. He begins to float, just gliding in the moments that he has cutting his way through the wind. Fighting it with slicing manuvers, it pushes back wtih a vengence. Angry that he dare to overcome and master it. Reigning it in, he uses the force of the air to lazily circle about his lands.

Finally as the sky grows pink and his body sleek with sweat he surrenders to the winds and begins to make his desent into the tall grasses of his land. Huffing his sides expand every burning breathe attempting to gain a much needed lungfull of air. Steadying himself, he lets out a nicker believing that he is solely alone at the moment. The time had been thrilling, exhuasting, and just what he needed. Trudging through the grasses he begins to make his way towards the creek when a rustling sounded behind him. He whips his head around Eyeing the other horse curiously.

i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must

@[Prism]

Butterflies are self propelled flowers - Besra, any

Tue, 24 May 2016 19:55:30 +0000

Butterflies are self propelled flowers.

Unlike Zeik the cobalt blue roan mare would have objected and she definitely would’ve tried to stop Besra from leaving. But she hadn’t known and now it was too late. Of course she knew she couldn’t blame her eldest daughter, but the picture of their perfect little family was popped like a soap bubble. Sure, her youngest daughter Vlinder, who was currently at her side, still lived with her in the Gates and even Zeik technically stayed there with her and joined them so now and then. Yet the bubble had popped and there was little she could do about it.

So she had called Vlinder out and had taken her winged girl out on a trip. Even though she had learned of her daughter’s new life recently, it hadn’t been hard to find out Besra’s location exactly. All Felinae had to do was to seek out her lover and ask him. He had indeed let the blue haired girl leave, but that didn’t mean she would go unnoticed.

She found the trip quite tiring. It was the first time for Vlinder to leave the Gates, to leave her home, of course she would come back, but it was a whole bunch of new experiences for the young girl. New things to discover, a big distance to cross and the fact that she had to keep her wings folded against her body without dragging them with her. She had yet to learn how to fly with them, but at least they looked decent now.

”Mommy, are we almost there already?” she asked for the thousandth time already, looking at the blue painted mare with sparking eyes and tipped ears. It had been too long since she had last seen her sister and she had really missed her. After all, which child didn’t look up to their older sibling? Vlinder at least did.

So when she heard her mother tell her that they were there, and had to wait for Besra to approach them. When Felinae called out to get her oldest daughter’s attention, Vlinder couldn’t stop herself from piping in too, sounding much shriller and high pitched. Although the she’s tired, the’s bursting with energy once again, eager to meet Besra again.

Vlinder

Zeik x Felinae

Successful Steal: BESRA

Sat, 07 May 2016 00:17:38 +0000

Please report to the Cobblestone Immediately

Steal Reference:

http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=8264

@[Besra]