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Date Posted: 17:25:13 12/27/10 Mon
Author: Lightfoot
Subject: .:.Run someplace else then.:.
In reply to: Mary Havel 's message, "..::Blue Rebellion::.." on 14:59:08 12/21/10 Tue



He didn't have to honor her request. He could have whirled into the night at a speed that her brain couldn't have processed. But where was the fun in that? He was lonely and therefor could not resist the company.



But he wasn't stupid either. By hiding in the shadows he held the upper hand. His skin wasn't exposed as hers was...Her flanks gleaming with the drying sweat that the hunt had induced and the seamless curve into tastefully sweet human (correction: woman) flesh covered strategically but all to alluringly. The angles of her face were pleasing and the arch of her brow intriguing and all the more mouth watering. Her hands, delicate but hardened from experience, held daggers comfortably and he knew she handled them well by their relaxed but ready grip. Oh how he could just imagine the palms of those hands against his chest as those berry lips smeared his chin. But the time for daydreaming was dissolving and so he realigned himself towards the east. He moved only 15 minutes on the face of the clock but his movements had been soundless. If he was going to expose himself, it would be on his own terms.

So, without ever having wiped the blood from his chin, he emerged. His coat gleamed with a soft glow as white pillars and flanks stretched taught and relaxed to move him. His eyes remained the same steel gray color but all his dark locks had twisted to silver. His clothes lay puddled in the shadows as he stepped out with chipped hooves into sight. His magnificent pillared horn gleamed ivory in the moonlight. Looks like everyone around here had secrets.

But as the unicorn moved into view, he held with him the secret of his other identity. Ever wondered where Zeth disappeared to? He owned this form before ever having owned the vampires shell. But to this centauress, he would only appear as a unicorn...with a bloody maw. "Don't fret. I mean you no harm."




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