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03-15-2013, 01:43 PM
She had lurked here for some time. Recently she had fought Loki, and wounds were plain as day on her. A few nicks and tucks, but nothing otherwise. The gold fae had no interest in fighting again, and with the fights so close? She didn't have the heart for war yet. Her legs ached from maneuvering how she never really did. The feeling of her hooves hitting skin was not favorable to the mare. Nothing made her adrenaline run. With no interest in battle, Angora would suffer some with the fight that would lay infront of her in a moment. Why had everything here been about fighting? Was Angora wanted throughout this region?
She had stolen Arah, but in this rare case, snuck away from the mare. She wasn't sure if she wanted to even keep the mare. As it turns out, the bisexual mare really dispized the deer horse. What was so good about the bloody color of milk? With an aggravated huff, Angora trudged on. On until she heard a stag call her name. Beast like chords wrapped with a coat of strength. Angora had no clue where the voice had come from, but obviously male she decided not to linger further from the voice. Her name had been shouted by many now and to be honest she didn't like it much. Horses screamed her name and automatically thought she would show her face?
Angora now tried locating the voice and look to her left where the voice was thought to be. Anger trickles down her body, but settling with a passive additude. Her orbs flickering from left to right as she tried finding a body to match the voice. Arching her head without a thought. Her default was the mood of flirt, then everything else, than at the way bottom of her list of personas was warrior. Glancing around one last time, she sought the voice. Giving up, she walked only a few steps before curiosity took control. "Why call? It isn't proper to bellow a lady's name." Covered in a liquid sugar, her voice reeked curiosity, and many horses used that against her, but she didn't control it. Opinions could be changed with a flick of magic. Couldn't they?
Why had life been cruel to her hear? She had never hurt anyone. Along the way she had trespassed a few lines, but the mare couldn't think of anything. The only horses that would call with a hint of distaste would be the Basin horses. Why would they seek her? An equine? She knew very well some of the horses were extremely racist. She remembered the kudu horned horse she had met. He smelt Basin and she still wasn't sure of his placement. Everything that flew through her mind flickered off. Silent. A lone antelope unaware of the predator near her.
OOC: Angora comes prepared.
She had stolen Arah, but in this rare case, snuck away from the mare. She wasn't sure if she wanted to even keep the mare. As it turns out, the bisexual mare really dispized the deer horse. What was so good about the bloody color of milk? With an aggravated huff, Angora trudged on. On until she heard a stag call her name. Beast like chords wrapped with a coat of strength. Angora had no clue where the voice had come from, but obviously male she decided not to linger further from the voice. Her name had been shouted by many now and to be honest she didn't like it much. Horses screamed her name and automatically thought she would show her face?
Angora now tried locating the voice and look to her left where the voice was thought to be. Anger trickles down her body, but settling with a passive additude. Her orbs flickering from left to right as she tried finding a body to match the voice. Arching her head without a thought. Her default was the mood of flirt, then everything else, than at the way bottom of her list of personas was warrior. Glancing around one last time, she sought the voice. Giving up, she walked only a few steps before curiosity took control. "Why call? It isn't proper to bellow a lady's name." Covered in a liquid sugar, her voice reeked curiosity, and many horses used that against her, but she didn't control it. Opinions could be changed with a flick of magic. Couldn't they?
Why had life been cruel to her hear? She had never hurt anyone. Along the way she had trespassed a few lines, but the mare couldn't think of anything. The only horses that would call with a hint of distaste would be the Basin horses. Why would they seek her? An equine? She knew very well some of the horses were extremely racist. She remembered the kudu horned horse she had met. He smelt Basin and she still wasn't sure of his placement. Everything that flew through her mind flickered off. Silent. A lone antelope unaware of the predator near her.
OOC: Angora comes prepared.
