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Tastes Like Turpentine | MadMask

Lakota the Poisoner Posts: 278
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5
Mare :: Equine :: 15.1hh :: 7 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
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Lakota



The northern forest was not a place Lakota liked to be. Despite the Grey being used for business, she had her own thoughts about certain herds. Thoughts she would, of course, keep to herself. Lakota was smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut, though she hated to do it most of the time. Her mouth was always out of control, and she didn't care in the slightest. If you didn't like the brutality of her honest thoughts then you could scram from her presence, that's how she saw it. Being so close to any herdland sent pinpricks up her spine. Reminding her of far too many things that best remained buried. Foolish leaders that had gotten themselves killed for one word- peace. They refused to fight for it, instead trying to accept everybody with love and warm greetings. But there were always dark ones born from the light and they had been taken over days after Lakota was exiled for her words.

A harsh snort escaped her. Peace. If you wanted it, you fought for it. Bled for it. Killed for it. It was nearly impossible to achieve, but if you wanted it then she saw no other way. And if you refused to fight for it you might as well end your own life, for you surely had no honor within you. If you had no purpose, nothing to fight for, what did you have? Then again Lakota was a warrior, this was the code she lived by.

Violet eyes pierced the darkness of pre dawn. Surveying the edges of their forest where it connected to the Foothills. She was no scout, and this wasn't officially their territory, but Lakota held a fierce desire to protect it. Even if some of the healers were rather simple minded in their ways. There were no real borders, but those who sought the Grey often appeared on them as if fearing the darkness of their home. Wry smile pulled at ebony lips. Silly little foals, they were. So they were mercenaries. Whoop dee doo. Bored, she kicked out her foreleg. Leaving a long, deep scar in the soft moss and dirt of the forest floor. Dead, wet leaves spraying up around her chest as she whipped her tail fiercely. Boredom didn't settle well with the foul mouthed princess. Where was some fun when you needed it? A nice little chewtoy for her to mess with?

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Messages In This Thread
Tastes Like Turpentine | MadMask - by Lakota - 12-29-2012, 02:04 AM
RE: Tastes Like Turpentine | MadMask - by Lakota - 01-18-2013, 09:38 PM
RE: Tastes Like Turpentine | MadMask - by Lakota - 02-17-2013, 09:32 PM
RE: Tastes Like Turpentine | MadMask - by Lakota - 02-18-2013, 06:21 PM

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