Post by Silvia Milkseed on Aug 23, 2010 11:49:30 GMT -5
Silvia had just walked in and told Harlow about how she would have to hurt her if she was accused of steeling her winged-horse.
She walked along the stables and looked for the winged-horse that both she and her snake would get along and feel comfortable with. Eventually, she came across a jet black winged-horse with a bright blue mane and tail. He. Was. Perfect. But of coarse Plithiver had to feel comfortable around himm too or else she might bite him.
Silvia gently laid Plithiver on the back of the horse. Aparently, this horse was fond of snakes. They played a little before Silvia took her snake back. Then she looked at the lable thingy, and apparently this horse wasnt owned by anybody. She took him out of the stable and walked him.
"I think I'll call you Nyroc. It suits you." she told him, and Nyroc snorted in delight. Silvia pat him and climbed on his back.
She walked along the stables and looked for the winged-horse that both she and her snake would get along and feel comfortable with. Eventually, she came across a jet black winged-horse with a bright blue mane and tail. He. Was. Perfect. But of coarse Plithiver had to feel comfortable around himm too or else she might bite him.
Silvia gently laid Plithiver on the back of the horse. Aparently, this horse was fond of snakes. They played a little before Silvia took her snake back. Then she looked at the lable thingy, and apparently this horse wasnt owned by anybody. She took him out of the stable and walked him.
"I think I'll call you Nyroc. It suits you." she told him, and Nyroc snorted in delight. Silvia pat him and climbed on his back.
