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Enemies in fair weather, allies in the storm? [Elizabeth]

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(For plot purposes, this is set right after the fight she had with D'artagnan.)

Clop clop.

Clop clop.

Clop clop.


The ice caves were unnervingly silent to the injured mare. She walked slowly, head lowered, wings drooping. Her shoulder stung painfully where it had taken the brunt of that damned unicorn's attacks, and her wing muscles throbbed. Who was to say who had won or lost? Both of them had come away worse for wear. Her friends were out, at least, having left not long before she started fighting the blood bay. If she had her way, they would never need to fear imprisonment by the Basin again. Of course, if she had had her way, the bay and his friend with the horrible mind-invading fog would be dead. Java clung to her neck, resting his head against the top of her mane and beaming comforting feelings through their mental link. She appreciated the little bat's kindness, and was thankful he was unharmed.

She paused for the moment, looking down the tunnel. The light that filtered through the ice cast everything in a cool blue tinge, making her own pelt appear positively cerulean. Several other passageways branched off. Had Lana and Athena gone down this same tunnel? She hoped she wasn't getting lost. She had just gotten walloped in a fight, she didn't need to deal with wandering around in an ice maze.

With a sigh, she leaned against a nearby wall, the cold penetrating through her fur and her skin to numb her sore shoulder muscles. Her coat was slicked with sweat despite the temperature, and her eyes were tired. She decided to shut them for just a few minutes, locking her knees to remain upright as she tried to regain a little of her energy. She couldn't wait to get back south, with the Meadow and the beach and the Throat. How could horses stand to live up here? There was nothing to eat. Nowhere to hide from enemies. No shelter for foals. She didn't pity the Basin, though. They had shown themselves to be undeserving of it. Why should she grant mercy to those that had none anyway? It was the racism she couldn't stand. Why did a horn make you so great? If anything, wings were better. Could unicorns fly?

Walk walk walk walk.
"Talk talk talk talk."

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Enemies in fair weather, allies in the storm? [Elizabeth] - by Aryel - 03-25-2013, 02:46 PM

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