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03-20-2013, 07:38 PM
 One brother turned his crown to view the newcomer mare, whom, it would seem, was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. She asked them what herd they hailed from. "That is not of your concern." They replied curtly, for anyone who showed an interest in allying with the filth that was Ignita was not worthy of such knowledge. Promptly they continue ignoring the little equine, for far more interesting things were happen with the little unicorn who thought herself a killer. It was foolish for the mare to think that she could strike against them. They had kept a distance of at least a horse's body length between themselves and the mare's for a purpose, and the steps it would have taken Ignita to travel far enough to bite them, or kick them, gave them plenty of notice to easily lean and step out of her reach once more. With smooth, elongated strides, the brothers' hides were swallowed by shadow once more, unscathed, barely a memory of two stallions of darkness and flame left behind. Ignita had made a mistake. She had threatened them, their home, their family, their livelihoods. She would pay in blood. The brothers were nothing if not generous. Amongst the darkness, they agreed that only Madyrn would challenge the foolish unicorn to a duel. The fiery steed was eager for it, eager to exploit all her weaknesses and crush her. Eager to taste her blood. To crush her beneath his might. Ignita would fall. The brothers stepped from their shadowy surrounds again, resuming the circling act they had before. Only this time, they wore a smug expression. Madyrn stopped before her still several lengths away, but now intending to meet her eye and speak to her directly, plainly. "Prepare to die, shitface." [ Will be setting up a challenge thread in the Battlefield momentarily. ] larfsalot.deviantart.com |
