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10-14-2013, 08:32 PM
 Ktulu the Constrictor "Star girl." Eytan's voice echoed in Ktulu's head before she could even turn her gaze to the other mare. When she had finished addressing the two stallions she did look toward Irrydae and dip her head in acknowledgement of the other mare. She seemed to hold no ill will toward her ex-Chieftess, and it made Ktulu wonder how many were the same. Eytan grumbled and growled his greeting to Irrydae before turning his full attention back to the two newcomers and his own bonded, but his attention did not stay locked on them for long. The presence of yet another drew the bear into the shadows as he began his search. "What exactly is this a threshold to?" "This is a Threshold leading to a place filled with hatred, racism, and greed." Ktulu answered rather bluntly and glanced toward Irrydae. "You may find those pure of heart, but they are few and far between. You've had the good fortune of one of the few coming to greet you." She didn't belong here, so what was she doing? Why was she greeting newcomers when she had no home to offer them? She didn't even have a home for herself and Eytan. The Constrictor returned her gaze to the twin brothers, her ears tilting back at the way one of them stared at Irrydae's wings. She wondered if he were another one of the racist bastards that came into Helovia and made life difficult for everyone else or if he had never seen a winged mare before. "There are four separate herds that claim Heloiva and several outcast groups with hopes of waging war and gaining land for themselves. You would not be welcomed in the Basin." She said, point blank. "The World's Edge and the Foothills accept members of all races as does the Dragon's Throat, but you must first meet with the Sultana and she must pass judgement on your worthiness." |
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