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Post by Kiari on Jul 26, 2006 21:57:18 GMT -5
Unicrons, Deia thought, they're all alike. She never had thought much of unicorns. They were often touchy, proud people, though always polite.
"Ask him," she said grumpily, the lady's presence already affecting her mood like a bad bee sting.
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Post by Mr Lachlan on Sept 29, 2006 11:55:21 GMT -5
Tomias gave a slight squeak at the sight of the unicorn, promptly letting go of Deia and falling onto his backside. His now wide eyes took in the appearance of the mythical creature before him, the blindingly white coat and the grace with which it moved... And soon enough he was sprawled across the floor, unconcious.
Normally, Tomias would have prided himself with the knowledge that he had never fainted in his life. Normally, if he saw something like that.. He'd just run away. Perhaps the mixed pain and loss of blood (throwing in the fact that he couldn't really run at this point in time) would account for his current weak mental state. Although, perhaps it was better he was unconcious - that way he wouldn't make a fool of himself and attempt to scrabble and drag himself away from the very very "scarey beast".
It wasn't his fault he had never seen a unicorn before.
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