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03-23-2014, 11:23 PM
I am someone to hate He'd followed the gigantically winged mare after their meeting, curious as to her destination - his curiosity further peaked by hearing a faint voice on the wind calling what sounded like a summons. Followed her from afar, of course, sometimes by air, sometimes by land, always staying behind her and out of her sight, under her radar. He was a fighter, but he knew how to remain unseen if he wished to. Usually. Apparently the freakish-looking one was going back home, he surmised, when he saw a gathering of fellow winged equines. That voice on the wind must have been calling this little get-together. There was that live-wire, tight-assed psychotic blue bitch, he noted. Amusing. Maybe he should leave. He didn't necessarily want to be in a place she was at. But Dalibor's hawkish eyes caught sight of the lone-winged pegasus next to said blue mare, and he paused. Africa. He...had intended to follow her prior, but whatever fucking mess had come and infected the land had rendered that somewhat moot. Fate was a moody bitch in need of a good fucking to set her straight. Ampere - he hadn't forgotten her name, simply felt disinclined to use it much - was mounted on a rock beside Africa and... You are fucking kidding me. Light glinted off the blue bitch's brow and Dalibor realized she was wearing a crown. A fucking crown. Was she the leader of this place? They were all impossibly fucked. Ampere was a leader just as much as he was a pacifist! Who the hell decided this? They were obviously fucked in the head. Had been kicked in the head. Deprived of oxygen as a child. Something that would explain such a horrendous decision. Hooves stamped at the ground, his ears slanted back, obviously displeased when the lightning mare spoke up with contrived force, so apparently uncomfortable in her role. But the others, they drank it right up. Lapped up that rousing bullshit like it was the only water in this desert. I'm surrounded by sheep. Fucking winged sheep. Dalibor listened with mounting ire as each pegasus pledged themselves to this 'Dragon's Throat' - which he assumed was this herdland. Hmph. Perhaps their loyalty lay with the herd, and not its leaders. Few of them seemed to greet Ampere's new position of rule with outward and palpable joy, let alone real seriousness. The mare he'd followed spoke up and a flare of temper coursed through his compact and muscular form. The little bitch had lied to him about her name! She'd given it backwards. That struck him as rather clever in its simplicity, and his anger receded. He liked Azulee for that. Even if she did have fucking ridiculous looking wings. Deciding it was time he speak as well, Dalibor took a step and lifted his neck proudly "I am here at Africa's call, and for her call only," he made clear. There was nothing else to say. He was a soldier, but did he really want to fight anymore? Not unless he had to. Maybe, for once in his miserable life, he could do something other than kill. He doubted it. He was too damn good at killing. "talk talk talk" Thoughts  |
