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05-01-2015, 10:48 PM
Colt A scrunched up scowl finds its way to her dark ebony features, black ears slinking back against her dusty crest as she eyes the speckled stallion. How rude of him to treat her with such disrespect, in the future— his death would come slower. He would not find bliss or happiness after death, he would die just as her father did. Alone and forgotten. She simply cocked a sly smile in response to his words, tail swishing irritably as she stood before the buckskin mare. take your aim when you take a shot This "Atlas", he offered her an escort to the Throat. Colt's reaction is a sour one, her expression becoming even more bitter as she focuses on him with such murderous intent. Stealing away a predators prey.. idiot. She readies herself, prepared to whip herself around and shoot him quickly and cleanly, an execution. Unscheduled, but.. it would do. Charcoal auds swivel to listen, the mare asking what Colt was saying before the brute interrupted. A pause, a sweet, terribly bittersweet smile crawls over her lips. "Ah yes— we fight for justice and peace. We go through the herds to hear of any violent occurrences, seeking to aid those involved." She looks at the stallion with a frown as her twisted lies fall from her lips, deceptive words flowing seamlessly from her mouth. "My offer only extends to her." She shakes her head gently, midnight tresses sweeping off to the left of her face. She anxiously waited to see if Cherokee was interested, trying to keep this Atlas fellow as far away as possible from her previous Empire. She watches as the golden beaut perks up about the Throat, a dark tail brushing against her brindled legs. A relaxed body shifts beside a tense silver dun figure, steel sights settling upon the horned male. Disgusting, even laying her eyes on him made her sick. Drawing her back with unsteady words, Cherokee asks for a moment alone. A smile spreads over velvet lips, wicked and foul. "Why of course, take all the time you need." Her eyes travel as far as they can towards the space where the buckskin looked, her unfocused eyes targeting a clearing of trees. A small nod signals that Colt is granting Cherokee permission to do as she pleases, uncaring as to what she needed to do wherever she was headed. Speech @[Atlas] && @[Cherokee] |
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