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10-11-2012, 08:00 PM
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The former monarch marched out of his ice cave with all the haughtiness she'd expected. Who wanted to be reminded of the loss of such a grand title? Of course the stallion would be gripping on to what little pride he had left. A light chuckle escaped her throat as the statuesque ivory male approached. It was as if he had been born of the snow, with his horn and eyes the hue of pure, crystalline ice. An attractive brute; if she was foolish enough to want the touch of another, he would be an ideal candidate. Fortunately, Sorcha wanted nothing of the sort. Love had been the only risk she'd never been inclined to take. "I'd love to know how you define your former monarchy, sir Mauja. I cannot make any assumptions yet, as I am new to this land." Undaunted by the good foot or so of height he had over her, the mottled dame stepped closer, pale blue eyes staring up into his own. "I heard of you from one of your followers, Myrddin. My name is Sorcha." While in the middle of giving the brute an impish grin, she noticed the little feathered thing on his shoulder gawking at her. A fledgling owl, mixed of pearl and navy, was obviously the ex-leads bonded. The mare's delicate brow wrinkled as she eyed the creature. Why in the hell would such a powerful stallion want to tote around a bird? Why not a lion or a wolf, something that had some teeth? It was ridiculous; the old King's reasoning would elude her forever. She suppressed a scoff at the incredulous thing and put her sights back to Mauja's face. She hadn't really expected to be at all impressed by him in the first place. Still, there had to be some redeeming quality, besides his looks, that allowed him to amass such a following. Drawing back to her purpose out here in the middle of nowhere, she continued. "I caught wind of your herd's defeat. I suppose I'd like to know a bit more about you and your group, if you'll oblige me. I have no loyalties in this place yet, and it only seems right for me to find out what my fellow Unicorns are up to." The words would have sounded quite jovial if she hadn't been working to quell the bitter sarcasm that normally laced them. Honestly, she hadn't a reason to at all care for her own race. But with Myrddin's talk of war, maybe she could at least be of some use to someone, and fun was always inevitable in such chaos.  |
