
Posted by LYCORIS on November 30, 2008, 7:55 pm, in reply to "Re: uhhhm you mean a cello?" ily!
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Lycoris took her posh prancing around some trees, a bit further away from Scylla, continuing now with that clucking noise behind her teeth. Forcefully swaying her tail, she kept her ears loftily back, turning around in circles, and sweeping around playfully. The speckled mare enjoyed playing, however at the tone of her voice Lycoris practically freezes. A fore leg jutted in the air, eyes widened, lips paused in their puckered state of the clicking noise, and ears alert. However it was not feverish with excitement, it was a slightly more startled expression, and that tone of voice, was not one Lycoris would forget immediately.
The little speckled roan mare changes. Her head remains slightly low, one ear back, one forwards as she sort of sneaks forwards towards Scylla, at a slow jog. The clicking noise she makes speeds up slightly in thought, as her eyes are looking at Scylla inquisitively, nostrils flaring with every ‘tssss’ click noise that exits from behind her enamels. However almost instantly at her question her posture changes. Her head sweeps up to sit quite upright, and eyes look down on herself as if inspecting the wispy thin tangles of reddish strawberry mane and tail. It’s resentfully, that the mare pouts, “It just grows like this. It, just, doesn’t, get, long,” Her last sentence is disjointed by the vigorous shaking of her head and neck that she had started, almost half rearing as she lifts her forequarters off the ground an inch of five, in her dynamic movement. However she stops, as she arches her neck and picks up a long strands of Scylla’s mane, pulling back on it slightly, before prancing around her contently. “But there isn’t anything vial about you, Scylla,”
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