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She glanced again after the departing stallion, still lost in thought. Nyx was not the sort of mare who enjoyed an unsolved mystery - she liked to bookend every encounter, and she knew she wouldn't rest until she got to the source of d'Artagnan's dislike. But even she knew she may have to admit defeat if she couldn't get an answer out of his black-spotted friend, as she thought it unlikely she would ever run into the bi-horned man himself again. Even Mauja couldn't seem to give the explanation she wanted; he seemed as baffled as the iron woman herself. She had met some fruitcakes in her time, but d'Artagnan was right up there with the best of them. Unhinged was putting it mildly, in her opinion. Had he acted like that to her from the start then she perhaps could have understood; she could be quite irritating, she freely admitted that. But the fact he had gone from reasonably friendly to grade-A bastard in the space of one mistimed stare...it was confusing to the extreme. He spoke of the fact her horn should have kept her safe, and a wistful sigh fled the mare's jaws. She had thought so, too; she had gathered quite early on in the conversation that both stallions were all for unicorn superiority, and thus had assumed the black spear atop her own skull would have kept her safe from harm. Perhaps she hadn't been vociferous enough in her dislike for other species, but that was because she had no dislike for other species. Whether horned, winged or naked, they were all living creatures, all equal, but she accepted this to be a viewpoint that would not win her many friends. She simply hadn't grown up around enough racism to consider it a valid argument - who had the right to say having a horn made one automatically more deserving of life? Nobody should have that power, save for Cinnoru himself. "I have to ask - do the pair of you really go around slaughtering those without horns?" She lifted a gaze a fraction, scanning his handsome features in the hope of discovering any deceit. Now the heat of the moment had passed, the silver mare wondered if their comments about heart and eye-ripping had simply been to test her mettle, or to frighten her off; the notion of such brazen racism was one she did not want to believe unless all evidence to the contrary was removed. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
