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Posted by Brz. Voraer on January 25, 2009, 12:48 am, in reply to "[THREAD] shower please, I smell like trees" The sand poofed up beneath Voraer’s hooves as he bolted back upon the desert realm. The heat, the arid atmosphere, the grit; it all clung to him immediately and he soaked it in. Let it wash away the revolting scent of pine that hung on him like a car’s air freshener. His fire raged within him, welcoming the searing summer’s heat back upon his skin. A deep, rolling sigh whistled from his nostrils, head tossed towards the azure sky with an herbal essence wildness. V O R A E R
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Heaving to a stop, haunches crumpling beneath him before righting, Voraer breathed deep. Dark lines of sweat marked the folds and creases of his body, rib cage rising and falling faster than usual as his lungs worked harder from the sprint home. A sand paper breeze blew his copper cords between his hocks, tickling at the edge of his barrel, splashing crimson across the thick curve of his neck. ”Home.” His chest rumbled out the growl, steel eyes flashing mischievously.
His fire wheeled and clambered to his right. Voraer’s ear twitched towards the direction, blazed muzzle cutting across so his eyes could sweep the sands. A broad grin quickly flashed across his muzzle as the firestarter move along a dune. A great bellow hailed the beast from afar as Voraer lunged back into a gallop, slowing as he sidled up beside the gold. ”I hear your previous stay in Andarin was eventful…blowing things up and making Lycoris pout.” Voraer chuckled, his lips sealing off the sound with a devious smirk. ”I tried to burn the place down but Fenris was a spoil sport.” Voraer huffed dramatically, loathing that creepy witch mare and her damn winter. ”Thanks.”
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