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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 11:02 pm
This is a private roleplay between Paris (Mahogany Sunset) and Ariadne & Eira Linn (stormflower). Please do not post without permission.   
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 1:42 am
Her tail wrapped neatly around her paws as she set herself down next to the bush. Yesterday, she'd made holes in the foliage - one at eye level and one just above ground level. Also yesterday, she had seen her granddaughter for the first time, standing in the clearing on the other side of this bush.
Paris had identified her by the spiral markings they shared, though her granddaughter's were much less ostentatious, a pale lavender instead of bright gold. That was about the only thing they had in common, excepting the yellow eyes... If they were yellow. The distance had been such that she had been unable to be certain. Everything else the mare had she must have inherited from her maternal side, as Paris had determined the father: Parixaeus, her son by that righteous b*****d, Persephonix. Worse, it looked as if he'd bred down - her granddaughter had wings, and they were not the Kalona wings that she should have inherited from Persephonix with the Kalona horns that she had inherited from him. Parixaeus had disappointed her; he'd had children with something that was not Kalona... But that did not mean that the product was not interesting.
Her granddaughter was certainly beautiful. She was so beautiful that Paris almost wanted her beauty for herself, but short of ripping out the mare's mane and tail and keeping them, there was really nothing she could steal from her; her granddaughter wore no adornment, and Paris had little use for an extra mane and tail. Her horns, though... They were shiny silver. Perhaps she could steal those one day, after she was done spying on her - and that was what she meant to do, spy on her. If she was going to eliminate the contamination of weakness from her bloodline, she needed to know just how far the pollution had spread.
And so she sat there, tail wrapped neatly around her paws, waiting for her granddaughter to arrive. Today would be a day of cool calculation; tomorrow would be a day of planning the first strike. For after she had her pawns, of course. She wasn't about to stain her pristine coat with more blood. It was hard enough to get out as it was, as much as she enjoyed playing with her food.
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