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The perfect tempest was brewing up, dark clouds circling ominously in the sky while a nice gale settled in. It was times like these that the fiery fae enjoyed the most, riding the wild winds, feeling the harsh rain battering against her back. But as she flew quickly, like a blur through the sky, there was no water to be felt dropping out of the grayed clouds. The Frostbreath Steppe was already caked in many ivory colors of snow, just waiting for someone to foil its pure color with dirty hooves. Mountains lay far in the distance, and intricate rock formations lay in the center of the fray.
Slowly falling out of the air, Storm wanted to feel the snow once more, for herself. The frigid temperature didn't bother her much, but the cold air still prickled her pelt. Wings open at arrival, a loud thud was heard as the mare came in contact with the soft ground, fetlock submerged in the snowy substance. Deciding to stay out of the air while lightning flashed occasionally, the wild mare thought it would be better to play safe just this one time. Walking among the frozen ground, she hummed a little tune to herself while thinking where she would go explore next.
Kodoven, her son was now safe, and she had liberty to go wherever she pleased to. He was safe in the hands of the ebony mare that had seized him, and she had to admit, that the gray mare was not fit for the role of motherhood. The slamming of the wind against her body snapped her out of thoughts, throwing her wild mane around. Rearing up, feeling the electricity and ecstasy of the moment, the lass lifted up her head and let out a powerful whinny, booming throughout the lands. Who cares if the unicorns ruled it? She would fight each and every last one of them if the heeded to her racket.
Word count: 324
Attacks: 0/3
Defense: 0/1
Slowly falling out of the air, Storm wanted to feel the snow once more, for herself. The frigid temperature didn't bother her much, but the cold air still prickled her pelt. Wings open at arrival, a loud thud was heard as the mare came in contact with the soft ground, fetlock submerged in the snowy substance. Deciding to stay out of the air while lightning flashed occasionally, the wild mare thought it would be better to play safe just this one time. Walking among the frozen ground, she hummed a little tune to herself while thinking where she would go explore next.
Kodoven, her son was now safe, and she had liberty to go wherever she pleased to. He was safe in the hands of the ebony mare that had seized him, and she had to admit, that the gray mare was not fit for the role of motherhood. The slamming of the wind against her body snapped her out of thoughts, throwing her wild mane around. Rearing up, feeling the electricity and ecstasy of the moment, the lass lifted up her head and let out a powerful whinny, booming throughout the lands. Who cares if the unicorns ruled it? She would fight each and every last one of them if the heeded to her racket.
Word count: 324
Attacks: 0/3
Defense: 0/1
