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[OPEN] Prove Your Worth[Acceptance/Welcoming]
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01-07-2014, 01:54 AM
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
con by aihnna@dABears the name of "Battle Born"
01-08-2014, 01:39 PM
The long distances walked while arriving to the foreign land had toughened the mare up, but in the end too much walking was a tire. Of course Valhalia managed to keep her pace briskly, but felt the dull aching of muscles, like after an elongated battle. Groaning internally, the mare forced herself to ignore the pain like a true warrior, holding her head high and continuing trudging up the mountain. It wasn't the weather that bothered her, unlikely, for she rejoiced in the frigid air prickling at her coat. A gust of wind blew on the two unicorns, bringing in the scents of the Basin. New to her, the mare twitched her nose noticing the fading colors of a changing sky. Night was approaching quickly.
Her slower pace was now urged into a quicker gait, trotting a little bit to the side of Deodat. A smirk played upon her velvety lips as she silently anticipated meeting the leaders of the Basin, to present herself as someone useful that got down to business. "Can't wait", though her tone sounded unenthusiastic, inside she was bursting with anticipation. This was the chance to rejoin a herd so much like her old one, dominated by their kind. The tawny stallion besides her flank seemed grim, emotionless without a smile. Of course, he probably was impatient, itching to get back home, as was Valhalia. Abruptly stopping, silver orbs met harsh violet ones as he addressed her almost like a child. Resisting the urge to scoff and roll her eyes, the mare stood firmly in the ground. "I know my boundaries", in fact she knew all about territorial feuds and when to venture into enemy turf. The mare wasn't idle to the fact of living herd life, especially a herd life lived as brutally as hers. "But don't worry, you won't need to give me an ass kicking, because I know some things about respect", cold tones rang out, listening to the resonant neigh filling in the valley. Now all they had to do was wait for the leaders to appear. //Sorry for the wait, but I needed to get my rank changed ^^
01-17-2014, 12:13 PM
01-22-2014, 01:09 PM
A feminine voice, toned with a kindred spirit and with a delighted sound floated to the ears of the tawny mare. Silver orbs gazed with hidden expectancy, knowing that this had to be the Basin mare. Sweeping her with a golden gaze, Valhalia didn't kiss up to her, kneeling for forgiveness--no. Craning her neck downwards in a respectful bow lasting for a few moments, she elegantly raised her cranium to gaze once more at the woman with intrigue. "I am Valhalia, a mare at your service. I am a vessel for fighting, use me as one of your protectors for the Basin". With another head bow, Deodat seemed to be out of the picture as she addressed the regal woman.
It was the very reason she was birthed and weaned by her mother, raised by the harsh attitude of her father. War and fighting was an everyday aspect of of her life, something that the tawny mare was accustomed to. The frigid mountains and snow blanketed ground suited her well, a habitat that she grew up in. The Basin, the idea of the unicorn's supremacy was a perfect fit for Valhalia, and she was willing to embrace it. Observant and quiet, the mare continued sizing her up, and the tawny woman straightened up a little better just in case she needed a better look. What she might see was a slender, curvaceous mare framed by a petite form. There was a possibility of her seeing a delicate flower, one that with too much exposure to the heat or cold would wither up and die. But Valhalia was sure and ready to prove all of these visions wrong. How much satisfaction struck her when the awed faces of horses gaped, seeing such a flirtatious bitch as her self transform into a killing machine. "It is a pleasure Lady Illynx. I wish to serve you well", seriousness laced her cold voice. Though she came off as flirty, coy and sarcastic, the tawny woman treated her own kind with utter respect. In her vision, they completely deserved such lavish delicacy. "That is if you accept me to be a warrior...If I must prove my use", not a challenging, but a haughty smirk played upon her maw, eager to fight whomever was thrown to her. Still considerate, Valhalia continued to position her neck downwards in a tilt which seemed like a tiny bow. | ||||||||||||||||||
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