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"You are nothing but a contamination to this realm, a parasite...” came the obnoxious tone and barrage of chauvinistic tripe again. The angry creature whose appearance seemed confused with a goat, was circling Africa, rage seething through every ripple in that sinewy, arrogant corpse. Quite unmoved by her foe’s foul attitude and confused tongue, the grey’s caramel eyes followed her game with flippant coldness. She sneered, curling her top lip while straining her ears backwards, asserting herself and shedding naught but graceful confidence.
“Well now... ” Africa began, lifting her pale complexion high so that she might peer downwards at the other, reigning superiority as she should. “Fool you are mistaken, the northern chill has frozen the last cells in your brain. ” Africa smiled with mock compassion, narrowing her glare as though to demonstrate a mild form of heartfelt sorrow. Still the other paced, and when the Pegasus’s neck could twist upon her shoulders no longer to track, she stepped forward mimicking the horned mare’s pattern.
“My blood is pure, my kind supreme. We are no mish-mash of unwanted body pieces like you. ” Africa gestured sharply towards the strange solid tail trailing the other’s rear- across which full flowing hair such as her own luxurious locks, had forgotten to grow, save for a few sporadic sprouts; she snarled then, looking cynically at the cloven toes beneath, grazing the gravelly loam. Still clinging to the same point, she scoffed and stretched her large, glossy wings upwards, spreading each delicate feather to showcase her undeniable splendour- “You are nothing more than scraps sewn together” A bitter laugh peeled through the little slip of land, resonating with wild ridicule off the cold stone walls surrounding. “Scraps!” She reiterated lifting her face to laugh into the frosty breeze, perhaps far more amused with herself than the snipe demanded.
Suddenly the furious look-a-like swung in to charge forward at Africa. Unafraid and larger than her assailant Africa turned in also and braced, flexing her well strapped legs accordingly to prepare for whatever move this clown presented.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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