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 Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 6:53 pm
 The forest was beautiful. That she would have to give the gold dragon credit for. Now that she was done cursing her luck for falling here in the first place, she had a chance to really see it. It really was a suitable place for one such as her to fall into. Beautiful, devoid of most company besides the critters that inhabited it. Aside the dragon. He, like the critters, could be dealt with. It was her fortune to have fallen in the forest of a docile dragon instead of the usual kind you hear tell of. If she had met any before, however, it was lost on her. As her memories continued to be.
That wasn't something she was dwelling on today, though. Today she had found this pretty patch of flowers and she was going to enjoy it.
Stretched out on her stomach, Prisca played with the flowers with her horn, running the tip over them to watch them bounce back into place. Sometimes she would slice a few off to put in her long braid until she had half of it full of flowers.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 1:33 pm
 There was little in life more satisfying than lying in stagnant water with the sphagnum up to your ears, listening to the occasional burble of an overconfident frog before you reached up from below and speared it on the end of your tail. There was little in nature more beautiful than watching some unsuspecting beetle crawl into a pitcher plant and drown in acid, digested slowly alive. There was little in existence that could rival pouncing on an unsuspecting prey, or gutting it from below with fangs and corrosive spittle. In short, there was nothing so wonderful in the world as living in a marsh. Most days.
Today was not one of those days. Today, the swamp was boring, and "boring" was never a way that a swamp should be described. Maybe it was that she'd had too many visitors lately. Maybe it was that she was tired of the old routine. Maybe it was that she hadn't seen pretty-boy in days, and thus hadn't had an opportunity lately to pester him. Whatever the reason, she'd been restless all day, and thus she found herself wandering through the woods and occasionally drooling on a nearby flower to watch it shrivel and ooze. Slightly better, but still lacking a certain something. But what?
Still looking for pretty posies to poison, Fahargiga found herself looking into a clearing in the woods full of bright sunlight and colorful blossoms. And, right in the middle of it all, a pale arcturus mare with flowers in her hair.
Oh. That was right. Wanton cruelty.
The wind was in Fahargiga's favor, blowing away from the arcturus rather than towards. Making her way around the clearing until she was hidden behind a cluster of bushes not a horn's length from the other mare, the dragon grinned to herself (well, even more than normal). This was gonna be fun. With that in mind, she silently leaped out of the bush at the arcturus, wings spread out for balance and hooves held out to harm.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 6:12 pm
Beautiful though it was, it was also boring. A nice place to relax and try to gather herself back together, but she could never shake the feeling something was missing. Something important. Something that made her life less...Routine. Which was what it was now. Eat, sleep, and play with the flowers. Sometimes she would find a jewel, probably carried from the mountain nearby by some animal and she would fasten it into a necklace. A bracelet. A hair ornament. That was the only thing about herself she was sure of. This ability to turn stones and flowers into something wearable.
Prisca was about to pick up another flower with her teeth when the knowledge she wasn't alone came to her in the form of a jumping dragon. Much more dangerous than a jumping spider, the mare had little time to react before the black dragon was on her. With a squeal of surprise, she tried to worm away on her belly. Not fast enough. The hooves came down on her tail, pulling it painfully back as she tried to rise. She jerked back with a cry, a flower dislodging itself from her hair in the quick movement.
Surprise mingled on her face with the fear of the attack, no less destroyed by the sight of who had jumped out at her. However, over the small amount of time she had to study the other mare, a new emotion surfaced: Anger. Her brows narrowed slightly.
"Oh. Another one." And looking none too friendly by the looks of it. This would not end well, she could tell already. If she yelled loud enough, how fast would it take Gildenfire to come to her rescue?
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 12:20 pm
The mare sensed Fahargiga's presence, but not quickly enough. That squeal the hapless maiden made was music to Fahargiga's ears--oh, for the ability to capture that sound and listen to it again and again and again! Normally, the black dragon preferred to strike her prey from below, biting at their soft underbelly and ruining their flesh from beneath. Land was such a drag in not letting her do that. She hadn't managed to capture all of the arcturus, but she'd managed to capture the braided tail that shimmered like molten silver. A flower tumbled from the arcturus's hair to fall on the ground as if it, too, was in panic.
She didn't give the other mare much time to study her. The black dragon lunged towards her, spreading her wings out to engulf her. Acidic spittle dribbled from glands in her mouth as she opened that fearsome maw to chuckle at her prey's annoyance. Annoyed? Really? She'd just been attacked by some big predator and she was merely annoyed? Sheesh. Oh well. She lashed her tail and did not answer the other star's words. The other mare obviously knew Gildenfire--why else would she refer to a dragon as "another"? That meant that, in all likelihood, she'd scream and fetch pretty boy to their presence.
Hey, wait, that was an awesome idea! Why didn't they do that? Like, right now? 'Cause that could be fun! She chuckled as she moved to cover the arcturus in her great bulk, but still said no words at all. Intelligence without reasonability, that was the key.
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