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Posted by LYCORIS on November 30, 2008, 5:15 am, in reply to "Re: f i x e s all of life's m i s t a k e s" ily!
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She had always been this way. Lycoris that is. She had always been with the long limbs and small skeleton. Where draft horses you would say are ‘big boned’ (which is quite true, although for some of them it does still suffice as a euphemism for fat), the speckled red mare was quite the opposite. However it had never made a negative impact on her. Most likely because the fact was the wiry bones did not seem to effect her health in the slightest. It meant that she sincerely smiled about life almost every waking day and waking hour. She was a joyous mares, seemingly fragile, yet joyous.
I give a warning that she is seemingly fragile, mind you. And heed it. Because Lycoris occasionally enjoyed romping about, and with a mix of no coordination and blissful haste tumbles, and twirls and flails and generally, can cause harm whilst not needing to. However she can fall over rocks and practically bounce back up. This should establish the fact that Lycoris – spindly, yes, fragile, no.
Another mare. Oh this was exciting. Her bobbling head beginning to make her a bit dizzy, but she was not at all fussed by this. Attentive to this stranger’s facial expression, Lycoris slowly leans forwards, muzzle sort of drawing little circles in the air of curiosity. That clicking noise was back. Tongue rapping behind her teeth and on the top of her mouth, faster as she watches the dappled mare smile. Haunches wag slightly, her body twisting on the spot delighted. From her arched and elongated neck, her body quickly shuffles back under it to keep her steady, and considerably closer now. Lycoris’s head had stopped it’s bobbing, and now her body swayed thoughtfull, the clogs of brain turning, and it’s a surprise you can’t hear them. On her little emancipated face you could see it. They glimmered in her amber eyes as she spoke. “Scy-lla,” she clicks around the two syllables, as if tasting the name curiously. Ears swirl in circles, as she repeats herself again. “Scyyyyyllllaaaaa,” Lycoris makes a gleeful expression at her own voice as she drawls out the letters slightly. Eyes brim with a smug content-ness, before sticking her head roughly outwards towards the mare and proclaiming. “I be LYCORIS!”
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