Rainforest Cliffs
07-25-2017, 02:46 AM
This darkness was fun.
The petite, snake-like girl danced in the neon fluoresce—it made her pale ivory skin gleam in a myriad of colors. And the filly found it quite pretty; and the cold drain she felt in her barrel the longer she lingered near the colorful lights tickled! A peal of light laughter split the shadowed air.
She shook her small body vigorously against the tickling sensation (that, indeed, was her magic being sucked dangerously from her small form), before skipping away from the hungry neon lights. An ear flicked backwards, head turning as she didn’t hear the tell-tale slither in her wake, “C’mon, Joka!” Her light, airy, playful voice called to the lagging cobra—though there was a strange edge to her youthful call.
Yet the newly hatched snake was still in the mossy earth; his small, shiny, mottled pale yellow and black scales moved rapidly over his many ribs. Dark black eyes were glazed and distressed.
But the filly didn’t seem to notice (or, perhaps, care). Instead, she stomped her front hoof harshly, sharp thorn of hoof digging dangerously into the soft soil. “I said, come on.” Her dark blue eyes glittered menacingly.
imageThe petite, snake-like girl danced in the neon fluoresce—it made her pale ivory skin gleam in a myriad of colors. And the filly found it quite pretty; and the cold drain she felt in her barrel the longer she lingered near the colorful lights tickled! A peal of light laughter split the shadowed air.
She shook her small body vigorously against the tickling sensation (that, indeed, was her magic being sucked dangerously from her small form), before skipping away from the hungry neon lights. An ear flicked backwards, head turning as she didn’t hear the tell-tale slither in her wake, “C’mon, Joka!” Her light, airy, playful voice called to the lagging cobra—though there was a strange edge to her youthful call.
Yet the newly hatched snake was still in the mossy earth; his small, shiny, mottled pale yellow and black scales moved rapidly over his many ribs. Dark black eyes were glazed and distressed.
But the filly didn’t seem to notice (or, perhaps, care). Instead, she stomped her front hoof harshly, sharp thorn of hoof digging dangerously into the soft soil. “I said, come on.” Her dark blue eyes glittered menacingly.
Vulia
@Mbwana Twinning time?! :D
