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09-15-2012, 03:06 PM
Hmph. Gutsy, this one, the ebony unicorn thought sourly, but with an ounce of grudging respect. This mare, though clearly clumsy and not so bright, to be challenging Psyche, was brave, and this deserved at least a bit of witty banter. She really should be educated as to who Psyche was, though. The femme's amber eyes gleamed as she smiled, none too sweetly, at the tobiano before her. Psyche sensed the mare's unease, but then, who wouldn't be uneasy, gazing at the trophies woven into her silky mane? But she did not sense fear yet, and this was what she desired. She was crawling back to Helovia, practically with her tail between her legs. She was angry, and she wanted to be seen for who she truly was - a racist, murdering, power-hungry unicorn.
"You may be right," Psyche replied, her voice colder than the other femme's, though it had taken on a smooth, coy tone. "Last I heard, this land was unclaimed..." A pause, a quick look around, as though claiming with her eyes. "But then, perhaps that should change." And it was true, too. Psyche firmly believed that she should own all of Helovia, that it should all be under her rule. That equines like this one ought to be wiped out, or perhaps subservient. After all, what could this gentle giant do to defend herself? The tobiano may be bigger, but Psyche was bloodthirsty, and learned in the ways of killing. She took note of the mare's gaze on her trophies. "Do you like them?" she cackled, shaking her head and sending her prizes flying.
As they settled against her nape once more, Psyche smiled her most smug smirk and waited - surely the mare would run off in fear. Perhaps this would be better - she would bring word of the appearance of a black unicorn with a black soul, blazing amber eyes and a gnarled horn, out for vengeance and out to get the lower species of the world. Her story would become a story mothers used to scare their children into behaving, a story that would shock and strike fear into the hearts of the world. If they knew her, they would fear for her return, and if they didn't... well, if they didn't, they would quickly come to fear her. What a nice afternoon this was turning out to be.
"You may be right," Psyche replied, her voice colder than the other femme's, though it had taken on a smooth, coy tone. "Last I heard, this land was unclaimed..." A pause, a quick look around, as though claiming with her eyes. "But then, perhaps that should change." And it was true, too. Psyche firmly believed that she should own all of Helovia, that it should all be under her rule. That equines like this one ought to be wiped out, or perhaps subservient. After all, what could this gentle giant do to defend herself? The tobiano may be bigger, but Psyche was bloodthirsty, and learned in the ways of killing. She took note of the mare's gaze on her trophies. "Do you like them?" she cackled, shaking her head and sending her prizes flying.
As they settled against her nape once more, Psyche smiled her most smug smirk and waited - surely the mare would run off in fear. Perhaps this would be better - she would bring word of the appearance of a black unicorn with a black soul, blazing amber eyes and a gnarled horn, out for vengeance and out to get the lower species of the world. Her story would become a story mothers used to scare their children into behaving, a story that would shock and strike fear into the hearts of the world. If they knew her, they would fear for her return, and if they didn't... well, if they didn't, they would quickly come to fear her. What a nice afternoon this was turning out to be.
