She had stood for a moment before she saw a horned mare coming for her, an angry aura rolled from the grown mare's words and body. Quickly, the mare snapped at Demetrie. The near-two-year old had no clue as to what the mare was mad about. Obviously she had won the invasion and should be jumping for joy. What was the issue? Demetrie readily flapped her ears forward. The foal choose to spoke, but only one word. The mare didn't need to know anything else. It'd be a challenge for Demetrie to communicate in one word, so she didn't. Again, her engine roared as fire burnt up her throat only to spew one word. "Demetrie." No one had been surprised of her voice, and Demetrie didn't understand why. Be careful of making wishes in the dark, ivory mare. Her thoughts circled her fight-orientated mind. Quickly referring back to Ignita sending her to spy on Edge, but Demetrie knew she didn't have to spy here, but she did know to be weary, for once it was out, there want be getting it back in. The yearling wasn't even sure if she'd stay with Ignita after her raiding Demetrie's mission. That bitch dared to cross my. Emotions could be seen in her horn. The royal blue they had portrayed before left in an instant to an angry blue that spin fairly quickly in her horns. Deep cyan orbs traced Ophelia's back line. Noting contours and dips in it. In one moment she had nearly memorized the mare's body. A stallion showed up and Demetrie did the same to Locket, but only gave him a dip of her head.

The smell of auburn blood filling her mahogany muzzle made her feel well inside. Demetrie was a firecracker waiting to be sent, and once she was sent there was no stopping her. She wasn't a hooligan who went fooling around. When business was put onto the table, it meant business. It wasn't like she wanted that, but it was. She remembered not long ago a constellation of tears lay softly on her lashes, at least until Lynx found her. Her job required her keen senses and no mercy. Who knows she may have to burn something some one loved, she may have to burn it to ashes. She knew in the end everything collided. She knew this. She also knew she was a monster her childhood had spat back out. Too bitter for your taste, mom? The mare held back a cynical chuckle as she wished deeply for her mom to die. Things, horses, anything didn't know what she did in the dark, when she lurked.

Demetrie had become a mini-monster and she needed a spot to ignite. A place to show her true talents. A place to use her skill to help a herd rather than tear each one own. She knew what would happen soon, but she didn't let it cross her thoughts. Only squirms of the story fled through her mind, and they were jumbled inside her others. Demetrie, despite her frosting appearance, was dark. So dark she had no friends, no family, but only a job. It was her job that kept her from going completely insane. If that happened she knew a few horses that would have to fear for there lives.