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03-09-2013, 12:41 PM
Demetrie's steel gaze hardened quickly as the foal came up to her. What did this idiot want? Demetrie's silver ears flapped back against her skull. She was a dark souled one, yes, a mere wraith in the ivory of her silken coat. Her very name was speaking vowels of an aura of power and dominance, something less than holy, less than whole. This foal, newborn foal, would pay for her foul attitude. Demetrie walked toward her face. Close to her, Demetrie reared. She lashed her front hooves out towards the filly hoping she had hit her at least once. Who was she to disrespect a guest?
Was she a pest in the eyes of this inferior? Demetrie was better formed as she was older. How dare this newborn? Demetrie grumbled and flicked her ears open. After her miniature attack, Demetrie needed to turn things around. Demetrie needed all the juicy details so she had to be civil now. She reached her mahogany muzzle out towards the filly. Her nostrils quivered, but since she was dominant by age, she didn't clack her teeth like she had with Ignita. Demetrie’s two crock screw kudu horns standing proud. Her blue blaze was, well… blue? This could quite possibly become boring and nothing would happen. Demetrie prayed silently in her head other horses would come. She also hoped that maybe this filly could for—wait why was Demetrie apologizing? She wasn’t going to. She would wait for the other horse to say sorry, or something along the lines of that. Demetrie wasn’t going to wait for her. If she didn’t apologize she would walk past the foal. Some thing was off about this foal. She smelt like a wolf. If she had a canine friend where was it? Maybe she was just a fake…
Was she a pest in the eyes of this inferior? Demetrie was better formed as she was older. How dare this newborn? Demetrie grumbled and flicked her ears open. After her miniature attack, Demetrie needed to turn things around. Demetrie needed all the juicy details so she had to be civil now. She reached her mahogany muzzle out towards the filly. Her nostrils quivered, but since she was dominant by age, she didn't clack her teeth like she had with Ignita. Demetrie’s two crock screw kudu horns standing proud. Her blue blaze was, well… blue? This could quite possibly become boring and nothing would happen. Demetrie prayed silently in her head other horses would come. She also hoped that maybe this filly could for—wait why was Demetrie apologizing? She wasn’t going to. She would wait for the other horse to say sorry, or something along the lines of that. Demetrie wasn’t going to wait for her. If she didn’t apologize she would walk past the foal. Some thing was off about this foal. She smelt like a wolf. If she had a canine friend where was it? Maybe she was just a fake…
