A R A H

She wouldn't return home until she had at least attempted to complete her punishment. Anger filled her today, the Impersonator knew that it would be today that the fight happened. How did she know this? It didn't matter who she came across, Arah would make sure that they wanted to bump heads. The white doe would not pick an innocent, she would not choose a yearling who thought they knew how to battle. Nor would she pick another mare or a small foal. No, she would choose someone that screamed danger, the one that took a single look at her with the wrong kind of expression. This wasn't about her ego, her rank in the basin or about the punishment really. Arah had decided to make this personal. This was to prove to herself that she really could survive a fight with anything…anyone that the ivory beauty happened across.

Eyes glared around the Threshold, it was silent as if no one was around, this would not do at all. Angilry the mare kicked herself into a fresh gear and began to weave her way through the land. Around trees she darted, the entire time the mare was ready to stop and begin a fight. Her long hair flipped through the wind, a smile lit up her face.

Hearing footfalls and a gruff voice the mare stopped and turned to look in the general direction of the noises. They didn't sound too far away, altering her direction to the left slightly the mare continued on her path. The heat of the day pounded down onto her back. Her mind was ready, numb silent and eager to calculate the attacks of others. Her body now had a light layer of sweat and dirt covering it, the mare's appearance even suggested that she wanted to battle. Arah needed to feel the pound of flesh smacking flesh, her body wanted to experience the pain of a battle, she also thought that feeling psychical pain might help her stop experiencing the mental pain.

The knowledge that she had let down her family, knowing that Deimos was disappointed with her, well the thoughts were enough to hurt her. Hating the fact that her mind came to these thoughts again, the mare pressed herself into the shadows. Somewhere her target lurked, he would did not sound like an innocent. Finally her eyes rested on him and what she saw made her happy. About seven feet away was an equine stallion, he lurched forward with a dog accompanying him. Arah smirked as she studied him, yes he was the one that she wanted. The doe slunk out of the shadows with ease, her small became lit up by the sunlight penetrating the canopy. "Rusty! Want to have a go?" Arah offered him a crooked smile.

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Edited because I was a derp and posted an empty table.

Survival of the fittest.