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06-01-2014, 07:38 PM
I will fail you, of that I'm sure Ampere had neglected to show for their agreed-upon spar, and now had disappeared entirely. Dalibor paced angrily, not surprised that the blue, psycho lightning bitch had turned out to be a piss-poor leader. She was immature, self-absorbed and adolescent in her behavior. Beauty did not a good leader make. Africa had remained - he wondered if the one-winged mare held the absent one any ill-will - and a new Sultana had been put in Ampere's place. Someone named Sohalia. That this was a matriarchy rankled Dalibor's feathers. He was not sexist by any means, but an overabundance of one gender in any ruling position meant skewed leadership, more often than not. A strong male presence was needed as an adviser or...something. Anything. There had been rumors of a tournament for deciding the Throat's military leader of sorts and he'd considered joining. But it'd never materialized, likely because of Ampere's departure. No matter. He'd lined up a new sparring partner, and this one better not fall through. The rust-and-white roan continued to pace, waiting for the overly-large winged mare he'd met on his way to actually joining the Dragon's Throat, Azulee. Now he could get her back a little for lying about her name and telling it to him backwards, clever though impudent that was. He snorted, watching the sun dip lower on the horizon. If she didn't hurry up, they wouldn't have any daylight left to fight in. Dusk was rapidly approaching and a deep orange and red hue had taken hold of the sleepy sky. The sun was massive where earth met sky, but it burned low, offering no blinding light to those who gazed in that direction. The temperature was cooler, too; it was already hot enough in the Throat. No need to be sparring at midday where they might melt and their feathers fry if they soared too close to the sun. Azulee might have that happen if she attained any real altitude, he thought. Dalibor still wondered at how her wings were so fucking big. It was almost comical. They were likely powerful, though, and he certainly didn't underestimate them; especially going into a spar. His eyes rose and searched the dimming sky once more, wondering where this mare was. Hurry the hell up, already. @[Azulee] "talk talk talk" Thoughts ------------------------------------------------------- WC: 379 | Magic and Companions allowed | (0/3) OOC: Setting is the Thistle Meadow before dusk, banking on the longer-lit summer days. Breezy and cool. Regular spar.  |
