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something wicked brews [OPEN!] - Citronella - 10-26-2013 "If I don't kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am." It rushed through the very tips of her being, beaten down as she soared free of the murderous humidity that was the deep forest below. Brightly hued tresses billowed out beneath her with the speed of her aerial incline yet the mare couldn't ignore the difficulty flying put on her lungs. Iced hues surveyed the landscape with the typical cold calculating interior they'd always projected before finding a relatively suitable place in which to destroy the canopy with her landing. Citronella turned in the air by dipping one side downward, thus beginning her almost sickeningly quick descent. Indeed this femme did nothing slowly or steadily. After all if the hare hadn't been cocky and gone to sleep he'd have won the race, thus deeming the old saying "slow and steady wins the race" utter rubbish. As the dame closed the distance between her form and the canopy, turquoise hooves struck out before her and the intelligent woman made minor adjustments to her flight path, hooves bursting through the emerald canopy sending unfortunate pieces of leaves flying downwards as the black Arabian landed amid them with a hefty snort, prancing a touch on the spot before standing still and folding away her large, spotted wings. The dame looked about with her cold gaze, committing the area to memory as her pelt weaved elegantly through the tightly packed trees. Someone would have heard her entrance so it was best not to hang around for any length of time. Plus she had better things to do than stay put on such a fiery day. A blissfully naïve fly buzzed close to her hinds and the dame barely even thought a second before her long tail swiped viciously at it, ivory tips sending it far of through the trees, death obviously upon his or her metaphorical doorstep. And so the dished skull atop her arched neck would be brought to bear with the heavens as a thinning in the trees became apparent. Squinting with the brightness of it all, Citronella swished her tail idly, thoughts squirming around in her mind like freshly born puppies on ice. She didn't pay heed to them really, her gaze fixated upon a bird high on a branch scurrying around for insects. If y' 'ad 'alf a brain, ye'd be down 'ere for the grubs... The dame thought, auds flickering minutely upon her crown. The mare blinked before moving on, curious about where she was exactly. After all, her destination here was no destination at all, merely an idle wander in her terms. After her armies had overcome that poncy little rat that shared her blood Akarath, Citronella needed a new challenge since he no longer offered her any sort of entertainment. Perhaps there was another ass in these woods that needed putting down, although she had to admit, if only to herself, that without her army and closest accomplices the Blades by her side, the royal did feel weakened. Life as a rogue would not me much different from her foalhood anyway, obviously except the bowing herd leaders. Such an image never failed to amuse the Queen, but she just had to make a name for herself in this new and seemingly boring place and there'd be bowing leaders a-plenty! None were as feared as her family anyway, but she didn't require power and brawn as her father had. Nope, she could instil fear into a God with barely more than her tongue. Crack. The sound brought the mare around from her idle thought processes, gradually reducing the perfectly calm dame to a halt as her dished skull brought to bear upon the stranger that seemed to be behind her. Waiting for them to show themselves, a smirk coiled her lips and ebon wings shuffled in place as she recalled the last "conversation" she'd had with another. "Speech" RE: something wicked brews [OPEN!] - Africa - 10-26-2013
RE: something wicked brews [OPEN!] - Citronella - 11-13-2013 was expecting someone else to reply, but evidently not xD "If I don't kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am." Piercing blue irises watched the greenery as she anticipated the stranger's reveal. Although it was possible it was no stranger the likelihood was that it was just that - a stranger. Someone she hadn't met, and probably would never meet again. The pegasi waited, her well-trained patience evidently assisting her in doing so, even as it wore thin. The dark smile that was upon her maw faded into a darker scowl, clearly getting irritated with the wait that this clearly brave soul had inflicted upon who was likely the most unpleasant equine they'd ever met. The crack the stranger had been revealed by mostly had echoed through the forest with perfect clarity, although the flies were getting to the Arabian's patience as she flicked her luxurious banner at the pests. Softly, vocals would sliver through the trees, reaching Citronella's auds and receiving a minute flick in response. The mare kept her silence, but due to the length of time she'd endured waiting for the confirmation of the living soul's existence and carelessness, the morbid femme picked her way quietly thought the undergrowth, her wings delicately scraping the odd branch, but yet keeping relatively quiet in comparison to the other woman's failure. And so she waited off the beaten path a little, chewing on some rather tasteless leaves. Yes, she made a little noise, but no, she didn't care. After all, Citronella knew it a fool's choice to give everything away at once. A dappled mare - no, pegasus - came into view then and the dark woman became silent a little way after she'd passed, her youthful eyes keeping the evidently younger mare in her sights. Small movements of her dished crown kept the youngster in view, and Citronella gradually inched toward the path again, wondering if she'd be noticed or if she could follow the female a way. It was only a game, nothing suspicious or fatal would result from it...would it? "Speech" RE: something wicked brews [OPEN!] - Africa - 11-13-2013
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