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| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
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The seemingly perfect, high-spirited moment was broken by the sound of thundering hooves and a shrill battle cry. Romani’s head whipped towards the sound, taking in the large mass of the mare galloping their way. Who she was, the Haflinger had no idea, but immediately the mare took stock of the swirled horn adorning the silver one’s head. A unicorn, she was, and it took less than a second for the palomino to recall the words Xanthos had told her back at the Thistle Meadow about Frostbreath and the unruly unicorns who resided there.
‘… The unicorns there are almost as bitter as the very grass of which we eat.’ Was this, perhaps, one of the unicorns that lived in Frosbreath?
Before she could speak, the silver mare was upon them, horn poised far too dangerously close for Romani’s liking. The words of this unknown mare made no sense to the Haflinger, and she looked frantically between this demanding creature and Xanthos, unsure of what she should say. Was there anything she could say? Regardless, she wouldn’t back down without defending herself. It was then that the grullo placed a name to the newcomer; Elizabeth.
“I’m not lesser.” Romani growled out, azure eyes narrowed dangerously, but before she could say any more, Xanthos had moved his larger frame in front of her, to protect her from bodily harm. From the look in Elizabeth’s eyes, there was no doubt in the Haflinger’s mind that she would kill her if given the chance, yet… Romani found that she didn’t want to leave the handsome grullo stallion, especially in the clutches of someone so cruel, fearing what might happen to him if she left. However, it didn’t seem to matter, for Xanthos demanded her to leave, albeit obviously hesitantly.
“Xanthos,” she murmured, eyes troubled as she looked between the two of them once again, “I…” It was a struggle, agreeing to such, but Romani knew that her presence there might make things worse. Still, she couldn’t help but worry… Would she even ever see Xanthos again? They had known each other for such a short time, yet the thought of never seeing him again bothered Romani far more than she imagined it would.
Taking a step back, the Foothills mare finally relented, shooting one fleeting look of dismay to the grullo unicorn. “Fine. Xanthos, I… Take care.” Turning on her haunches, the palomino mare whipped around at a brisk trot, shooting a dangerous glare at Elizabeth as she moved past them, intending to head back home to the Foothills.
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