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Post by magmarhyme on Feb 9, 2012 7:34:03 GMT -5
It'd been so quite lately. Too quiet. Used to the hustle and bustle of HQ, Magmarhyme was at a bit of a loss. She had training to do, but, ugh. Frustration wasn't something she wanted to deal with today. Low flames crackled and rumbled under her mane, incessantly burning. Waiting for something. The unicorn longed for a bit of excitement, but her lack of control over her powers was pretty dangerous... and Magma was pretty sure the Princess wouldn't take kindly to a levelled, ashen Whitetail Wood.
She'd just have to find something less destructive to entertain herself with. Yipee.
"There's gotta be something out here." Muttered the mare, letting her mane crackle a little more as she scanned the woods. It looked kinda peaceful... maybe there would be something more interesting deeper in. And with that thought, Magmarhyme broke into a canter, following the path further into the forest. |
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Gilda
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Acolyte Griffon
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Post by Gilda on Feb 11, 2012 5:26:05 GMT -5
And Magmarhyme’s canter didn’t lead her far into the forest before, ”Whoa there, pony. Gotta pay the toll.” Spoke a gryphon nestled lazily upon a cloud just over the path through Whitetail Wood, blocking just enough of the path that traveling deeper required one to stop and move precariously around the situation. The female griffon reached over the side of her pillowy perch with a greedy talon, grasping at air, begging for a bit or two to allow passage past. ”That’s the rules. I don’t make them, just enforce em.”
The griffon was rather nonchalant about the shake-down, as if she had done it many times before without any resistance. Gingerly, she peered over the edge of the cloud, ”Well?” Her talon quickly flashed, hungry for bits. ”Hoof em over. Ain’t got all day ya’know. Holding up the line, yadda-yadda.” Her lion's tail flicked over the side and tick-tocked like the pendulum of a clock, counting down the seconds it took for the unicorn to hoof over the unspecified amount of bits she demanded for passage into the deepest reaches of the wood. Tick... tock... tick... tock...
"Tolls going up, little pony. Passing or not?" She cocked her head curiously, "You're an odd one, aren't you? *snort* Whatever, got bits or not?" She reclined back against her cloudy rest.
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