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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:16 pm
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Caspar paced back and forth. Some nights were like this. Some nights he just knew it was near, the owner of the Monstrous Voice. It had been some time since he had called upon it for a favor. It grew restless when he waited too long, he thought. There would be rustlings in the wind, whispers in the trees. He felt like an idiot for being so worried, and yet, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He'd seen a dead fawn at the start of the night, perfect and beautiful, but disembowled in almost artful brutality.
It was the Voice. It had to be. It was a warning of what would happen to him should he spurn the favors he'd been so "graciously" bestowed. Originally, those favors had felt like a great power to him. Now, he wasn't so sure. They were starting to seem like a curse more than anything.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:18 pm
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It was later than Toscana had intended staying out that night. The moon arced overhead in a near perfect circle. It was cool, and a breeze that rustled through her mane spoke of roads yet untraveled. It was a beautiful night to be out, but she was ready to be home. Her family waited for her, and she knew they'd be worried.
She bit back a sigh as she trotted down the path. She'd meant to be home hours ago, but her usual path had been washed away, probably in a recent storm. She hadn't expected that.
Her muzzle crinkled in a wide yawn. She was more tired than she realized. Tired enough that she was imagining things, like seeing eyes in the light that glistened off leaves.
Or.... She paused, and her breath caught in her throat. Maybe those were eyes, glowing softly green. She couldn't find words, but just stared at the other soquili that emerged from the darkness.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:21 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 7:25 pm
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Toscana had never met another soquili like him. For one thing, he had so many wings. She'd thought that angeni had four wings. This stallion had six. His wings, and those adorning his legs and head, spoke of an angeni heritage, yet his ears, paws, and tail were those of a beast. She stared at him, frank curiosity gripping her. What strange pairing had produced someone like him?
He was telling her to leave, but she saw him hesitate after he spoke. She knew she should leave, but something in her made her stay put.
"Good evening," she said, even though it was the dead of night. "Sorry, I'm just passing through. My usual path was washed away." She smiled, chagrined. Maybe this was his home and she was trespassing.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2017 7:19 pm
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