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Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it [open!]

Rowan Posts: 76
Deceased
Mare :: Equine :: 14.1hh :: 3 Years 4 Months
Brit
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Rowan prided herself on keeping calm this long. Her hot headed nature was well hidden beneath her calm and patient exterior. Nonetheless the sturdier part of her was rearing its head. She'd taken on plenty of others in her youth, and pain was something you could overcome with willpower. If this bastard spoke any longer she wouldn't be able to be held responsible for her actions. Soldier had been a close second after scholar and she had Aryel on her side. But as he spoke to her she heard it. Hard to detect unless you were a Throat citizen used to hearin the sound of wings high above. He sneered at her, calling Kri pathetic and claiming her not to have listened. Rowan smirked, a cruel and bloodthirsty look on her face. Oh if only Kri would give her the sign she would bash his head into the sand and let the wildlife have at his carcass. 

His threatening of Aryel didn't pass by her but then he turned to her again, sly look on his visage. And right then and there she laughed in his face. "Listen around you, you incompetent stick head. She's already here." And as if on cue Kri descended. The most well known leader of the herds, and the one who had remained throughout attempted kidnappings and battles. Tribute was a fool to mock her. Rowan had seen how devastating her magic could be. How Prometheus and Pyr had suffered. Dark hooves flash out at Tribute and Rowan viciously hopes it lands. Her entrance is dramatic but holds an aura of strength. The Resolute is a worthy title for her. Confident now, she steps back and lets Kri take the reins. The Throat is always being watched over. Members are never alone in the huge family. How they remained so tightly knit was beyond her but it was obvious how loyalty and trust was placed in every member whether you knew them or not. Shown by Aryel appearing to her aid, even though they were unknown. By the scent on their coats they were united. Cold smirk refused to leave her lips. 

Silly incompetent stick head. You've set your hoof on the wrong soil.




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Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it [open!] - by Tribute - 12-13-2012, 09:59 AM
RE: Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it [open!] - by Rowan - 12-24-2012, 02:36 PM

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