Put your thoughts into actions. Hurry up before you lose her.

((well it doesn't seem there are any farmer's arround I'll have to try this again another time, have a good night))

Stirring in its sleep, its mind filled with hazy memories
Had that Woman really told her that she was a pony now, would never leave this place?
Or had she been dreaming?

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(wondering what happens to you between sessions... naked or dressed? i'd loke you kept in some sort of outfit like a pony girl style, latex, boots etc but now sure if hucows do that...)

Have a great day Seven

She turned her head just enough to cast a glance over her shoulder as you appear, always like a hair on the soup, although your voice was familiar enough to her now that she didn’t need to look to know it was you. Her eyes flicked to the leather folder in your possession with a curiosity she makes no attempt to hide, before meeting your gaze.

“My three-legged ducks…?” She blinked at you, twice, then rolled her eyes in a fashion that was singularly gallic and perfectly contemptuous in that way the Parisiennes owned. It was less your using a French idiom as abusing it, the incorrectness of its application having thrown her for a second, but she doesn’t doubt for a second that you did so deliberately.

She waves a hand at Angus Balfour as he starts to waffle, the gesture dismissive but not unkindly so, but holds tight to the camera, not quite ready to relinquish it yet.

“Pfff, take him. I am sure Livingston would be happy to model for me.” She slanted a glance at the butler, a roguish grin tugging at her mouth as she knew full well that chickens would have to grow teeth before the man would agree to that, no matter how kindly he felt towards her.

“Or…” she drawls, schooling her expression into one of uncharacteristic sweetness “…maybe you, Monsieur Kincaid? It is for the, how you say it…? Greater good of the Society, non?”

Now THAT would break three legs on a duck, she thought to herself, pedantically employing the idiom correctly even if it was just in her own thoughts.

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((oh no I was just speaking about your suggestions))

"Regret..."

There was a faraway look in her eyes for a moment. Regret signals. She could see them now in her code. And you were right. They were wreaking havoc on EVERYthing! It was spectacular to watch. Like little space ships fighting in vast empty space. She followed the pattern. Target acquired...target eliminated. All of her regret about the death of her mom flowed out of her and she was calm again. She took a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding.

"I do not regret that my mom is dead. I only regret that she did not help more people before she died. She worked in Hospice as a dietary aide or something."

Nods.

"I can imagine her walking through empty halls at night, scanning for any signs of trouble. I don't know if she knew how to handle herself physically against outside threats. And now, I must go. My dad wants to go for a walk with me. Take care, Darker."

A slight bow given, and then she departed.

(please tell me some?)

((so many ideas but not the drive to put me through them.... a shame))

(lol me too!)

(bred whilst being milked, the hormones making you breasts swell to proper udders... the hormones also messing with your mind... lovely)

((sorry you're not more dom))

(you're so sexy!)

porn

And what I just told you

I struggle with as well
It's not easy
But necessary