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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 12:37 pm
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Hollandaise rode her vinepony to Zar's place, absently patting its head. The arms that sprouted from it had actually taken to holding her in place as it galloped. This was fine by her standards; she was not an accomplished rider. In fact, the only time she had not ridden her current mount, it had been Zar and that hardly counted. Nevertheless, she rode out, an appropriate selection of minipets secured in a basket behind her. Of course, none of them were plant-based.
It had begun to sprinkle on the way and by the time she arrived, Hollandaise was thoroughly damp. And shivering. She did not take well to cooler temperatures. She leaned against her pony, whose name was a series of creaks and whistles (but, more commonly, the pony was known as Fred), and waited. The minipets still rested on Fred's back - she would collect them once the door opened and send Fred back to his stable. Sighing creakily, she rung the bell and tried to wring water out of her damp braid. Surely, the pumpkin sun would be out soon.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 4:32 pm
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Hollandaise, as always, watched his tongue as it curled out. He really did have fantastic teeth and if she had ever read Little Red Riding Hood, she might have felt a kinship with the girl. "Yes, daddy," she said and followed him into the living room. She shied away from the fire, even though it provided warmth, and set the cage down near Zar's feet. Then she proceeded to creakily drag a chair over close to him and sit down, legs tucked underneath her body.
"Of course they are edible, even you-edible." She had remembered that he could not stomach things like spookies and thus, she had not brought any. "I suppose they are me-edible, as well. I do not do so often; I cannot swallow as you do and it becomes... messy. It is easier in my other form." She dismissed her sentence with a wave of her hand. Her natural form was not something she had assumed since coming to Amity and she doubted her conviction would change. And both in her natural and pinned form, devouring minipets (she ate the small things, the ones like rabbits that ran through the woods) meant a process eaten in pieces and bits with fear-rich blood staining everything. It was not neat.
Shaking her head, she looked up and caught glimpse of the tiny creature in Zar's horns. "You... you have a bit of something in your horns, there."
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:17 pm
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