theliondemon-kaimra

“Well helloooooo there….Don’t think I’ve seen yoos around here before.” The willowy voice that spoke seemed to briefly spook the painted cremello mare to the point she spun around sharply to face the one who’d addressed her. Standing a little ways off was a tall, equally willowy mare of Sorrel Chestnut with a long, flaming tumble of fiery mane and tail that was streaked with a bright vivid green. What seemed to stand out the most was the sheen of a metallic looking ornate key on her left inner front leg, and outer right rear leg and the two shamrock shaped white marks on her neck and belly. “Who are you?” Princess asked while turning fully around while the pale pink veil along her back and rump shifted with motion. “I’m Lady Luck o’ the Irish...Lady Luck or Lucky Irish iffin yoos wan’ ta dumb it down a wee bit. I’m a Sanctified Inkbound. Here on trip wit me wee Master Mister Sterling.” Here the Sorrel mare dipped into an elegant bow that had her curling tresses tumbling over the

How’d I get here…? Wait… Where is here anyway? I don’t recognize that stable…. “HOLY FISHCAKES!!!” Who’s that?! “Fishcakes? Really CoD?” There’s two of them? “What do you want me to say, Snow? This guy just popped out of nowhere….LIKE A DAISY!!” “That doesn’t mean you need to start screaming like a blubber headed nimrod, Call...calm the hell down okay, else this guys gonna think he got stuck with a couple of crazy, back wood hippies.” The Quirlicorn mare merely gave the screeching Fehire a flat look while her kitsune chuckled over her shoulder while the stranger before them blinked in confusion. “Where...where am I?” the noted male voice asked in clear bafflement while his head swung from side to side to peer around from where the trio were standing on a high hill that overlooked a rather large, sprawling stable with fields stretching out towards the forests around them. Both equines before the Classic Reglisse stallion looked first at one another, then back at him. “A little