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Z A N D O R A Oh it had been much to long, the mare of purples and blacks had lain dormant, like a volcano with bubbling and blistering veins of toxic magma awaiting the moment that it would no longer be a simple landform but rather a fearful obstructive monstrosity. Her pupil-less eyes scanned the frosted mountain tops in the distance, her breath showed gray as the weather around cooled in the night temperatures. She had hidden up here for the past few weeks, observing herd life in the Aurora Basin, a strange place that had become her "home" (whatever that meant.) The invasion had left her extremely confused, another reason as to why she wondered aimlessly about these hills rather then jumping on foreign soil. If she was correct, the basin had been deemed victorious overall, and that made her evilly joyous that she belonged to a herd of such might and power. Walking forward, Zandora blended well within the capes of night. Her delicate black ears tipped forward and listened for a sound in the loud silence of the blackened day, the snap of a twig or the swish of a tail perhaps. Zandora had decided to travel closer to herd borders, where she might come across another equine. Now that she had steepened Zandora was a strong flavor ready to face the treacherous dangers of the world and those who lie within it (not that any could be more fearsome then herself) and there would be no question that the mighty mare of purples and blacks would win. Tag: @[Ashamin] Speech |
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