.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
03-14-2013, 03:29 PM
 "Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well."
I may not have spotted the foal directly but when the foal has two blue horns that spiral up quiet clearly the foal cannot be missed. And by the looks of it, it wasn't the happiest of foals. Understandable maybe but soon after she had gone of to the edge I had a better plan. Her slick ears are plastered to the back of the foal's creamy neck and he tail flicks in the air. I make no such movement though. Instead I stand in a neutral position, ears up (not partically forward or back) and my tail hanging freely down my legs, my vivid blue orbs watch the foal. Her snort tell's me that she wanted answers. "Demetrie," My voice is kind and friendly. "You'r looking for a explanation perhaps?" I sigh deeply, losing eye contact with the filly for a second I think of the best way to tell her that I had changed my tactics but truthly it really wasn't that hard to know what to say. I rarely had to think about how to use my mouth anyway. "I know I had sent you to the edge to do your own work but I had a slight rethink of my plan and decided that the edge wasn't where I wanted you to be at the moment." My voice quietens, becoming more dangerous. "The plan is new. Fresh. The edge obviously wouldn't let us stay there, or you even for a few days so what not join those who hate them? The ex-edge? I planned to go there soon, very, very soon and speak to there leader about my plans. I had a feeling sooner or later they would take revenge on the edge, being the group of Unicorns they were. I am sure they would want to know that others were plotting on the Edge. "Talk talk talk".  |
