blueberry babies
07-11-2014, 02:35 PM
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The guard would not be able to keep up, but the mocha cloaked tempest was not fooled by her tactics, pushing herself to run as fast as she could be able enough to. Her chest puffed, as her banner swung hard. The longer she ran, the more she would tire, the beat of pearly stilts slowing down gradually to a gentle trot, as she would eventually stop beneath a tree, worming her way into the embrace of a single root, mismatched gems dulled from tiredness. If Mira should find her, the temptress would look up, smiling playfully. "You only won because I got tired, Belle." Her lyrics would come in short puffs, her heart beating faster than a fighting rabbit kicked. |