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 Posted: Thu May 30, 2013 2:45 pm
Efflo had been ruminating on a lot of things. What lay most heavy on his mind, was a question of self-worth, a question of who or what he really was. He had always thought he’d known, after all, it was simple wasn’t it? He was a horse, or he had been. But being dead didn’t change one’s species, just because he wasn’t alive didn’t mean he lost his ability to be a horse. At least, that’s what he had thought, though now he wasn’t so sure. Who were these horsemen anyway? Who did they think they were? He shook his head in frustration, he knew what they were, sort of but information didn’t flow freely from their kind and most seemed to want little to do with the little pony boil. Still, he was determined to prove them wrong, he was determined to show everyone just how much of a horse he was. The problem was, he thought with a sigh, was that he didn’t know how to do it. That’s why he sat outside the perimeters of the Sanctuary, perched cowardly on a stump as he watched the activity within, glaring. It wasn’t exactly taking charge, but it was the best he could do when he didn’t have a clue.
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 10:08 pm
As if dreamth up from the the boy's ruminations at the base of her lands, Lifen couldn't help that she was pretty much in his vicinity, walking closer after a day of bartering and work that was bestowed on her as the Elder Artisan of the Lost Clans.
The sight of the boil sitting and brooding on the stump made her stop short though, tilting her head slightly to the left, wondering what had him under such dark clouds on such a fine day. Figuring she could just leave him there, she cleared her throat lightly, and moved to stand closer to him, hoping he did not mind the intrusion.
"What has you so heavy hearted, today, little one?" She asked, with a soft voice and a curious tone, hoping not to scare him off with her sudden interaction. "If you do not mind the company, I would love to listen to you." She offered.
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Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 4:35 pm
Efflo looked up, startled. He hadn’t really expected anyone to actually interact with him besides the odd cold glare but the horsewoman had not only approached him, but she’d done so kindly. Efflo wasn’t sure what to think, and he eyed her warily, ears flattening against his head. “I.. I was just thinking, that’s all. You…” he paused, still not sure he believed her. “…You want to listen? I thought your kind didn’t like us.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 11:43 pm
She couldn't fully deny the statement, mismatched eyes watching the boil as he started his mental ramblings. Sighing lightly through her nose, she took the final steps closer and went to bend down as gracefully as she could, lightly dusting off what she could from the ground next to the stump before sitting next to him, laying her little satchel of miscellaneous things on her lap.
"It is true, that some, if not most of my kind are rather cold to the ones who are outside of our bloodlines and breeds." She started, lightly resting her hands on the fabric of the bag, looking back towards the sanctuary with a light sigh. "But, I can assure you, not all of us are so harsh. I, personally, find the denizens of Halloween to be rather . . ." She paused, looking up to the side to find the right word for it. "Unique. Interesting."
Turning up to him again, she gave him a little smile. "I would not be such a good person if I shunted everyone I met to the side just because I am not the same race as they. So, long winded, but yes. I would definitively listen. I could not let such a sad boil stay by himself when it is evident that he needs to air something out." She finished, hoping it was good enough for him.sammpai HI THIS IS A LITTLE OLD BUT I DO WANT THIS RP O UO.
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