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05-31-2013, 01:06 PM
Staring deep in those voids, that were supposedly a horses's orbs, the fae felt as if she couldn't rip her gaze away from the eyes that twinkled like twilight. Feeling week in the knees, she saw the other mare observing her, as if peeling away every layer, seeking to know more. The rush of nausea and fear that was building up in her throat was forcefully suppressed. A warrioress does not show fear. But when the eternal seeming mare spoke out, the tones of her voice seemed kind. Feeling flushed by being called 'little bird' it was quite the compliment for her. Accalia lived off of the kind nicknames that were placed upon her, and it made her feel...loved. "We advocate a growing herd, of skilled fighters. We fight for our justices and the justices of others", Accalia recalled from the temporary leader, Tonka.
Though Accalia was never filled in with the real intent of the Assassins, she still felt devoted to Ignita, the first horse to offer her a home. Indebted, she could not leave the group yet, until they have brought glory to their name. In the girl's mind, they were a righteous group carrying out duties for others, and seeking a herd. But the dark mare's question caught the fae off guard, and seeking an answer quick in her mind, she was forced to reply, hoping she didn't bumble her words. "Well, I believe so, though you are still your own individual, with a loving family behind you", Accalia replied. "But freedom is granted within this herd. You may come and go at your pleasure", velvety lips spewed out the words, slightly intimidated by the look the mare was giving her.
Not soon after uttering those words did a tall, able bodied stallion appear. Speaking harshly of her herd mates, she felt a retort grow, but due to politeness she did not speak back. Unnecessary fights were being provoked here, and letting out a long, drawn sigh, Accalia spoke. "Assassins are not giving her failure. They're giving her a chance to have a family, possessing fighting skills. We roam the lands, seeking adventure and helping others that need us", Accalia bit back, trying to sound calm, but with an edge of irritation in her voice. What had she done to the Edge? "We carry on the legacy of our one captured lead. We now have another leader that is guiding us through tougher times", Accalia said with a tint of sadness. "It is for her to decide. Honestly, you don't have to be so crude to me, for I haven't provoked any violence", a hard stare was accompanied by her submissive words. No. Anything but submissive. There was a passive quality, but anger was slowly building up in her gut.
Though Accalia was never filled in with the real intent of the Assassins, she still felt devoted to Ignita, the first horse to offer her a home. Indebted, she could not leave the group yet, until they have brought glory to their name. In the girl's mind, they were a righteous group carrying out duties for others, and seeking a herd. But the dark mare's question caught the fae off guard, and seeking an answer quick in her mind, she was forced to reply, hoping she didn't bumble her words. "Well, I believe so, though you are still your own individual, with a loving family behind you", Accalia replied. "But freedom is granted within this herd. You may come and go at your pleasure", velvety lips spewed out the words, slightly intimidated by the look the mare was giving her.
Not soon after uttering those words did a tall, able bodied stallion appear. Speaking harshly of her herd mates, she felt a retort grow, but due to politeness she did not speak back. Unnecessary fights were being provoked here, and letting out a long, drawn sigh, Accalia spoke. "Assassins are not giving her failure. They're giving her a chance to have a family, possessing fighting skills. We roam the lands, seeking adventure and helping others that need us", Accalia bit back, trying to sound calm, but with an edge of irritation in her voice. What had she done to the Edge? "We carry on the legacy of our one captured lead. We now have another leader that is guiding us through tougher times", Accalia said with a tint of sadness. "It is for her to decide. Honestly, you don't have to be so crude to me, for I haven't provoked any violence", a hard stare was accompanied by her submissive words. No. Anything but submissive. There was a passive quality, but anger was slowly building up in her gut.
