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Steps were soft, but not careful. The earth was struck without remorse, a form of assault in it's own right. Twigs snapped and leaves crunched, the sounds bursting forth like the last flashes of light before the stars peter out into nothing. In her steps lived rage, it leaked out through the bottoms of her hooves and sought to poison the earth beneath her; sought to destroy something new.
The journey had been silent, neither of the winged women asking and neither of them answering. to speak would have been a waste of time and a waste of breath; Orithia knew where they were headed, she didn't need a tour guide for the road. Now, as they neared what she assumed was the World's Edge, she slowed to a stop, peering at her black stained counterpart patiently, expectantly. Iona had brought her here, she would see to it that she arrived properly as well.
That or the ivory mare could simply find her own way to the battlefield, she knew that the blue striped stallion would eventually come to await her company there. A small grin curled at the edges of her now-clean lips - the last dregs of vanity had pushed her to seem somewhat presentable for whatever she would encounter upon her entrance to the cliffside kingdom.
The mists that rolled so liberally between the trees threatened to engulf her with it's cool touch, something that she was neither familiar with or quite comfortable with. She stared pointedly at the curling vapor for a moment, as if her scalding gaze could scare it away, but soon gave up in order to return her attention to Iona.
"Is this a joke?"
@Iona
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
