bippity boppity... who? [private, idate]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: 290px; width: 160px; background:url(http://i.imgur.com/cQSe2C4.png);][/fancypost][font=georgia]minaiben lavellen + single lady

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; bgcolor=; width: 350px; overflow: auto; height: 300px;][justify][font=verdana]Minaiben was not exactly the greatest at the whole 'social interaction' thang. She thought she was clever, but evidently not so much - whatever words she picked were usually tossed back in her direction, manipulated to make her the fool. Honestly, she didn't need other people to make her the fool - she could do that on her own, thank you very much. The halla didn't require other people to be a fool, she accomplished that without much difficulty.


    Like now.


    "Oh for - Creators dammit!"
    Minaiben grumbled, her leg caught in a rope trap. It seemed the way the trap was meant to work was it would fasten itself about the leg of a beast and pull it up. However, whoever made it obviously didn't expect a very heavy elk (halla, really) to trigger it. As it was, one of her legs was hoisted in the air, leaving her to balance on three hooves and glare back at her caught hind leg with almost disdain.
    [color=#4dd5cc]"Who decides hey, I know - traps!"

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