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 Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2017 6:45 pm
Let's Turn Up the Heat!
Username: Fatal Irony
Prompt Response: "That icy idiot is still on my heels?" She murmured incredulously to herself, glancing backwards. She was still a fair distance ahead of him, but she smelled him on the wind that blew in, cold and ominous. She'd thought for sure she'd given him the slip days ago when she'd used a river to travel along, backtracking and retracing her steps to throw him off her scent. She hated water, but she hated getting caught even more. She thought herself rid of the fool, but here was his scent wafting in on the breeze, mocking her. She wasn't out of tricks, yet. She could tell the weather was getting warmer and dryer, the trees were becoming spare. She could tell they were approaching a warmer climate- perhaps a desert! She'd lose him for sure in the shifting sands.
Her claws twitched in anticipation however. She'd been trying to elude him for too long; she wondered if it weren't more prudent to simply rid herself of the threat of him completely. She considered it as she trudged onward, recounting the events that had lead them here.
Now, she wasn't a mare that mussed herself over stolen goods or destroyed property most of time, so long as she never got caught as the perpetrator. The way she saw it, whatever she stole was well earned and rightfully hers, so long as she wasn't caught. Perhaps it was a little overly ambitious, edging on immoral to attempt to steal the stallion's basket. She would grant him that. And she gave it back; what more did he want? Was this really worth all this trouble over? Or was he this angry because on her way out she'd accidentally (mostly) kicked over the logs in the fire, which caught what ramshackle domicile the stallion had made ablaze? Still, he should have been more busy dealing with that than in chasing her down.
She pondered for a moment longer. Was he angry because she had made off with his colorful shells? They weren't hardly worth anything, and he hadn't noticed she'd taken them before she departed. They were hers now. Good luck to him if he's trying to get them back. And anyway, they couldn't possibly be worth all of this trouble. Maybe the idiot was merely insane? All the more reason to try to get away from him; who knew what he had planned when he caught her! She had no intention of finding out.
Maybe it was time to change tactics. She looked around and started making plans, gathering materials. If she caught him first, then she could get away while we was snared. She grinned mischievously to herself as she set about her work. He was sure to fall for these traps, fool that he was. She spent a good part of the day on them, but soon enough all was ready. She cleverly hid where she could watch him become ensnared, waiting.
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Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 7:19 pm
Every year, on a midsummer night like this... Username: Fatal Irony Have you won a freebie soquili? If so, where?: Yes, Dr. Jean SplicerHave you won a freebie familiar? If so, where?: No List in order of preference: Espeon Lion, Liwtick Raven, Mismagius Bat Free Ticket?: (claim!) Link to Day 1 Entry: Link to Day 2 Entry: Link to Day 3 Entry: HereLink to Day 4 Entry: Link to Day 5 Entry: Link to Day 6 Entry:
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