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The fire struck chords within her, growing and building to a crescendo... anger flooded her synapses as she was swept aside like a new born babe to a tide. Perhaps her responses had been elongated, to far forward, too venomous, however how was she supposed to respond to two strangers on the horizon? Let them pass without issue? To wreak havoc on their own agenda?!
Deimos, General, wraith that slithered across the ground as swift as the night... obviously did not care for her, or want her there. A shallow snort blew from her nostrils, permeating the air with a thin cloud of fog. Then this... Varath, sure he answered her questions without hesitation, even going as far as to insult her before he too followed suit and brushed her off like a fly nipping at his hide.
Instinct told her to shout, rant, rage, burn these two alive for treating her like a leper, yet the calm side of her mind... the laid back side told her to stop, take a breath, and just listen. No longer was she a part of the outcasts, spanning the land and wandering where she pleased... no, now she was a part of something... a herd... and instead of reacting with fire and malice, she needed to react with a level head and learn the proper responses. Her inexperience flashed like a red flag, and already she could tell that to survive in this herd, she needed to show she was worthy of it.
Another deep breath sucked deeply into her barrel, eyes closing briefly as she recollected herself, and cooled her jets. Anger was blinding, and she couldn't afford to piss off the first 'higher-up' unicorn she met in the herd. Forcing her ears forward, a small sigh whispered past her ivory cage, and bled out before her. Lids peeled back, opening the world before her as she tried to listen, and consume their words.
"Myrah Speaks"
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