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On an autumn night, Revolution whispers through the wind
For three years my daggars have fled across the terrain
Should you dare cut my perfection you would be tainted with pure arabian
A gentle minx I appear to be
But be fooled not, I am of the dark alliance
My hide is woven of amber peltings, flame licking over my bodice. My tassels hangs in long wisps over my arched apex, draping delicatley in wavy tunes and flaming hues. My comet matches the threads of my serpintine, curling in endless bouts on a flagged stream. My features are dished and pretty, with charcoal flooding my mug and sweeping my lids heavily. A small moonlight crest dots my head, a focal point that seems to shine with its own heavenly glow.
I am a short vixen, reaching just over fourteen hands. My limbs are slender, but well put with powerful quarters. I am a dainty thing, with lithe figurines. Like a perfect flaming ballerina I spin on an endless pedestol of praise and admiration. My ears tip inward slightly, to catch any wandering words. My back is on the shorter side, but it hinders my little in my graceful movements.
Dainty and perfect as I am, a wicked mind is encased within my pretty skull. While I may not scheme deaths or tragedys, I always get my way - always. I let others do my dirty work for me, preferring to stand on the sidelines and giggle flirtatiously as mindless brutes plow through whatever task I assign. I do not mix well with other femmoras, and preffer to sit on a throne above all others.
No one wants to tengo with me. I am selfish in every way, vain, and snobby. And these are my good traits. I'm quite a flirtatious goddess, and not many a stag can resist my charms. I will settle for nothing less than perfection, and anyone that defies me earns themselves a sharp repartee with a wicked tounged demoness.
Still think you can handle me?

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Silence, Valler, do not let wicked words part your lippids
Instead stain your romeomug with kindness
5 years your talons have shreded the earth
Do not let your size Gypsy Vanner acquired bring lust for power
You are an angel to serve guidence, not fear
A base of moonlight becomes the canvas on your heavily muscled bodice. Patches of ebonite that daunt your spotless pelt make up your breed, your signifigance. Do not let the heavy feathers that plauge your thick bodied legs plauge you with desiese. Darling, you are great and strong. Though your profile is so severly straight, and your audits are masked in bi-colored plumage, you are not ugly.
Your withers are tall and sloping. There will be no room for human implements of torture, saddles they are called, to plauge your muscled hide. Your lengthy legs adorned with clawys of onyx print the earth. Everyone will know of you, darling. Do not be ashamed of your size, large brute. Be prided by your full eighteen hand stature. You are the one that will fight for the rights of all.
The proper rights, for you are born to light. You rarley take for yourself, but instead are a generous and humble hellion. You do not let the illusion of absolute power dominate you. Instead, you see power as a misguidence and tend to keep clear of it's mindwashing grip. A wise move, darling, for your size could easily take your mind.
You take nothing that you do not need, leaving it for those who need it most, or those who have but take instead.You do not fight, even when provoked. You stay humble and timid. But there will be a chance, darling, when you must release yourself from your shell and defend your values and loved ones.
Let the world see you, my darling.

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