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corruptpudding
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Salt in the Wound {private} Feb 19, 2015 23:10:21 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by corruptpudding on Feb 19, 2015 23:10:21 GMT -5

Lotus.
That was her name.
He'd overheard one of the broods call her that.
The appaloosa stallion eyed his intended quarry with a mischevoius gleam in his sickly yellow eyes. He'd begun to notice a pattern. She seemed to tense up whenever he drew near. It had been happening for some time, but only now had he made anything of it. For some reason, he seemed to make her uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn't just him. Maybe she was edgy near any stallion like some of the mares tended to be, or maybe he was especially unnerving to her? He liked that idea. Well, time to go see how much he could make her squirm.
He approached the grey appaloosa slow and steady, his sharp gaze burning into her pretty coat.
"Well hello there princess." he drawled, his soft voice carrying an acidic undertone. Oh yes, this would be fun.
"I'm called Snake, lovely." he cooed.

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Salt in the Wound {private} Feb 24, 2015 6:20:07 GMT -5

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Post by leavingneverland on Feb 24, 2015 6:20:07 GMT -5

She had been minding her own business (and doing a very good job of it too) when the the spotted stallion sauntered up to her, grinning poisonously. What the hell does HE want? she asked herself, returning his advance with a glare that clearly stated that he was unwelcome. He seemed to have no problem ignoring it. She could already tell he was your typical bachelor scum.

His voice came out sounding like silk and decomposing braincells -- she decided very quickly that she hated him. She didn't care what his name was, or how often he decided to call her 'Princess', which was really just adding insult to injury considering she was an abducted slave brood.

She looked him up and down, taking in everything from his spotted blanket to his striped hooves, a lofty air of self-importance clinging to her as she did so. She judged him harshly -- eyes a washed out shade of urine. Mane unevenly coloured. Appaloosa of a most displeasing pattern. And he was not greying gracefully. "Not worth my time, nor my effort," she told him sharply. "Keep moving."

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Salt in the Wound {private} Mar 15, 2015 11:09:51 GMT -5 via mobile

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Post by corruptpudding on Mar 15, 2015 11:09:51 GMT -5

Snake had always assumed all broods were the same type of dull-eyed, broken mares who had eventaully, if unhappily, accepted their fate within the bachelor herd.
This mare proved him wrong. She held herself with more dignity than the average brood and the glare she shot him was most unusual.

Her high and mighty attitude as she brushed him off was especially unheard of. He kept his faint surprise hiden beneath a nonchalant mask tainted with a smirk. "Someone's in a bad mood." he remarked, stepping closer until he reached an uncomfortable proximity. "I bet I can fix that." he added, a dark laugh following his words.