Posted by Lovesbane on December 28, 2008, 6:12 pm, in reply to "the return of the "princess." [any/all]"
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LOVESBANE Hey, why not. It’s a beautiful night, and I have nothing on my agenda; may as well go see what the commotion is all about. I make my way through the land, debating about whether or not to flee when I see a mare before me. I’m not great at conversing with mares. In fact, I’m a miserable failure at it. Mother cursed me the day she named me. But we won’t get into that right now. Simply put, I don’t like talking to girls. You know; my palms get sweaty, and I stutter, and look like an idiot. Yeah; I’m that kid. I see her and decide it’s too late. She’s probably already seen me, so I better introduce myself before I look more like a retard. I sigh and dip my head to her, a silent greeting, if you will. She had that air of having been her a while, so I reasoned she must live here, and she deserved my respect. I hate when that happens, you know? You walk up to the head cheerleader before you realize who she is; only having seen her in spandex and skimpy skirts. Once you realize it’s her, but in jeans, you’re screwed. Hey. Simplistic, yet elegant. I’m Lovesbane.