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She smirked when she heard
his thoughts. No one calls me weak.... boy. Gracefully, she
mounted upon her horse, and then rode up to him, ignoring his lashes.
Aeternum was quick and nimble, for her frame was smally built. She'll avoid
the hooves. All that mattered now, was the stallion, and her. Nothing else.
Taking a breath, she dove in, her hand holding a rope (would it be power
playing if I said I tied it on you? If not, the post would go like this.)
quickly tying it on his neck, than, before she could be thrown, she tied it
on her mare too, then jumped off. Aeternum would show this stallion manners.
(If it is powerplaying, I'll do this:)
Taking a breath, she grasped, the stallion's neck again, but this time,
slipping onto his back, her knees gripped tightly onto his barrel, as she
grasped his neck, preparing for the movements.
Call me Rage for my
name belongs to me alone.
The demon cursed me a girl, and naught a boy.
They say I'm sometimes cold but sweet and happy but
bold and yet sensitive.
My love for creatures is strong, for I am sociable.
I've breathed for seventeen summers.
I belong to no-one
I hold the gift of the elves in my hand.
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