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Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. So, the sly bitch thought that she could change over the guard without Arah noticing? Tough luck. It hadn't worked. It ended now. It was time that the silver doe and her two snow touched children headed home, to The Basin, where they belonged. As a mother, Arah had to protect her cubs. They had been stolen because she'd hadn't kept them on a tight enough leash, that would change as soon as they returned to The Basin. Now they had regained their strength, Arah wanted to begin the journey home. Of course this would mean that they had to challenge for their freedom first. Looking over the sleeping twins, Arah slipped away silently. They would be safe here, out of sight and out of mind. They did not need to see this, they did not need anymore horrific visions haunting their nightmares. It was Arah who would take the pain, scars and have to learn to live with the consequences. The ivory doe was terrified, yet anger also fuelled her. It burned deep within her soul, someone had attacked her family and someone was going to pay. The hammer of justice would sooner or later fall on this heinous bitch, but for now she would deal with this dog. Looking around for their insane new guard, Arah wanted to begin this fight now. Before she lost her nerve, before she gave up hope. The Impersonator believed that The Basin was aware of her little family's disappearance. She wanted to believe that they were out searching for her and her babies, but this damsel in distress was tired of waiting. Time to take matters into her own control. ""It's time." Her normally gentle voice mixed with the wind, filled with disgust, rage and a hint of confidence. For she had done this dance before, perhaps she was not as skilled as the one she was about to face, but this mumma bear was prepared to face the one who seemed determined to ruin her girls. Practice would prove useful now, the knowledge she had learnt from expedience, lessons and watching others battle. The chill in the air nipped at her exposed coat, the snow swirled around her warm body. Beside her the stream trickled by, it's outer bank crusted in a light layer ice. The ice would probably crush under hoof but would be rather slippery. Unstable and definitely not safe, Arah took note. Her eyes raised to the snow that swirled around her and took one last moment to collect her nerves. It may be the calm rage before the storm, that filled her now, but the uncertainty still remained. ""I'm challenging for the freedom of myself and my girls." Her cry would either be answered or the three unicorns would slip away into the shadows, never to be seen again. " " Words :: 472 [800 max] Post :: [0 | 4] Setting :: Ancient Rotunda, light snow fall, snow is ankle height, slight chill in the air. - Double checked I was allowed to do this! - Official challenge. - 4 posts and defense. - Magic and Companion allowed. - 800 words max. - Tyradon may attack first. - Challenging for the freedom of Arah, Arwen and Asch. |
@[Tyradon]
And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.
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✽ Force and magic permitted. ✽
✽ No fatal or permanent damage. ✽
✽ Please only tag in opening posts. ✽
