Tiny Excerpt Time · 3:24am Mar 28th, 2014
Remember these two?
They're in this, in case you don't recall.
Have a lil' bit of horsewords to prove I am still working on Pony Dreams.
Fleur trusted her instincts. More times than she could count, that vague feeling in her core had saved her life and hide. It told her something was wrong before her conscious mind could identify any problems. It was rarely wrong, and as she followed Fancypants deeper, it grew louder. Her instincts wanted her out of this deep underground hallway and as far from whatever was at the end of the hall as possible. The fine hairs that ran along her spine between her mane and tail would be standing on end if it weren’t for her tight leather outfit. Her tools and the prizes of their two most recent thefts weighed heavily on her sides.
Fleur frowned when her mentor failed to show any signs of rising unease as the slant became a true descent and the two of them had to proceed carefully with staggered steps down the slope. She almost blurted out her desire to turn around when Fancypants came to a stop in front of yet another metal door with a circular crank in its center.
“Mind your mane.”
“What?” Fleur cocked her head to the side as she attempted to look around Fancypant’s bulk at the door. She saw him give the crank a half turn, then everything went dark as the candle blew out in the sudden hurricane force wind that sprang into existence and threatened to pull her off her hooves. A part of her mind knew that the gale in the tunnel lasted only a moment, but if felt like forever until the pressure equalized and she heard the inner door far behind them slam shut with an echoing ‘bong’.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH... yay!
I've been waiting...
Waiting for so long... ~Golden