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Though she had heard little of the Assassins since her stay in the Foothills as a member of the Grey, she was still curious to the pursuit of such foolish creatures. It was obvious that the Grey had enough strength and unity to overcome an entire herd, so what made this band of misfits believe that they had any chance of overthrowing her new loyalties to Ophelia and her band? Slipping through the shadows of the forest surrounding the plains, Ailith watched as her frozen leader moved leisurely through the dunes with a buckskin stallion trudging reluctantly in her wake. A small trace of a smile seemed to part the mare’s darkened lips and for the first time in her short life, she felt satisfied to see the capture of a most unwilling participant. She closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning the rage that she had pictured upon his face; it was nearly exciting for her to imagine the rush of taking a captive… Would she be able to do as much at one point in her life? Would she find it as enthralling as she so thought now? The idea sent coarse shivers down her spine as she moved forward into the mass of gathering beasts, her head held high as if she belonged just as much as the next.
Perhaps she had belonged all along.
Her eyes were fixed upon the one called Tonka as Ophelia’s victorious song played out over the swells. The golden mare was enraptured, excited, and furthermore, plainly curious. She felt strange looking into those terrified eyes of the buckskin that now stood face-to-face with the enemy… the Grey.
Ailith counted each head as the members of her clan slowly trickled in from the outer reaches of the Foothills. It was slightly daunting to look upon so many new faces at once, but she was more than ready to call each and every one of them her “family”. She had not been surprised to find Archibald among them and perhaps even a bit soothed to find him there. She knew that no harm would come to her entrusted leader with him around, thought she didn’t doubt the Queen’s power. However, many appeared nameless before her, such as the silvery mare with beautifully crafted lavender wings. Even the persistent lush that she had met upon finding Archibald after the invasion was present along with another vision of a creature that consequently sidled up against Ophelia- an ever faithful lap dog as it were.
However, another still stood out before them all. An ebony mare with a crimson dipped horn stepped forth from the mass and from the way she spoke and held herself, it was all Ailith could do but assume that she too led alongside Ophelia. She had never made mention of the mare, but perhaps Phi had wanted her to recognize this mare’s power without hesitation on her own. Besides, it was hard to fool herself otherwise considering that she was able to issue threats on behalf of the foolish beast that called himself an assassin. A twisted smile seemed to find its way to the golden’s mouth and she did nothing to hide her amusement. Whatever was going on with the Edge would soon be stopped thanks to her new leads and she was more than ready to follow in their footsteps. This was her new calling after all.
"If you'll have me." Her voice carried above other muted whispers in hopes that she would be recognized and awarded for a quick tongue that didn't always carry knowledge. |
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Assassins Fall, One by One [Tonka|Foothills herd meeting]
