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 Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 4:22 pm
This is a private roleplay between Lien Hua (Teh Cheryl) and Zeva Bloom (.Tortured. .Pumpkin.). Please do not post without permission.  
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 4:33 pm
Lien sat by the clear creek, her head held high and with perfect poise. Her long mane fell gracefully down the back of her neck and despite the high summer sun, she showed no outward signs of overheating. Her headdress sat impeccable on her hair, framing her pale face, and the flowers sat pert and fresh with the new day. Her long tail was newly brushed and coiled expertly around her.
Her eyes trailed up and down the babbling stream, seemingly aimless. She did nothing but sit and watch, enjoying to the simple sounds and sight of the rushing water.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 4:57 pm
I'mma go ahead and pop Zeva Bloom in for this one. Seemingly blood-stained hooves delicately carried the mare through the trees and out toward the sound of running water. She had never been one for the heat; it always wilted her lovely little rose bushes that she cultivated to adorn herself. Almost worse, it seemed, was the heat that would trap itself between the leathery folds of her wings. When pushed to her body, they acted almost as insulation, the air between them warmed with her body heat and just seemed to stay that temperature. And holding them all out straight wasn't exactly an option. When not being used for their intended purpose, the triple set of wings fatigued easily and grew sore and tired. As much as she hated to get her flowers wet, sometimes taking a little wade through a river or lake was the best option for the unbearable heat. Quietly, she emerged to the edge of the stream, sighing and wishing it were deeper.
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 7:05 pm
Lien's ears flickered at the sound of movement, the only sign that she had heard anything and did not resemble and perfectly cold, stone statue. The sound of sloshing water. Slow footsteps, slowed by the obvious treading of water. The barest sound of the squelching of mud of hooves sinking into the soft soil. She turned her head to the sound even as she pushed herself onto all four feet in a single, graceful movement, so obviously practiced by the way no a wear moved out of place.
She had, for a moment, hoped that she could brush off the sound as local wildlife, perhaps a fox or a raccoon wading into the water. Or, even given the sound of heavy steps, perhaps a buffalo. But the moment her eyes had caught sight of the long, slim figure of a crimson mare, Lien knew it was only her duty to play a proper host. She was already taking a few steps forward, her footsteps light and airy. Her wings were outspread to assist in her movement, light little flaps in time with each steps. "Good afternoon," she greeted as she neared the strange mare, taking in the myriad of roses set upon her with genuine admiration.
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