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06-04-2013, 08:41 AM
Annoyance rang out through the girl as she trotted through the woods at her normal gait. Irritated at the mare she met who didn't even thank her for trying to help her. It's not her fault she didn't have stupid magic, which put her at a major disadvantage. Fuming still, the white fae longed for wings. If she had powerful appendages like those of the other horses, she could soar in the sky instead of staying bonded to the ground for an eternity. The girl wondered what it would be like to be in the air all the time, in flight above trees, peering down at everything on the ground. How wonderful it would be. Taking flight probably wouldn't even require effort. How easy would it be to gallop a little bit, and then with one powerful downwards push, be airborne.
Shifting her mane, she kept on walking forwards with a sour look on her face. Keeping a serious look on her face, she began to gallop to brush the anger off of her. Speeding through the trees, nimbly avoiding them, the rage that was present began to ebb away until she was solely focused on the wind ruffling her hair, and her powerful legs pushing her faster and faster until it was a dangerous break neck sprint through dense trees. Being young, there was something in her mind, thinking that the fae could be invincible. But worry took over and at last, panting she slowed her incredibly fast pace. Walking now, Accalia started contemplating on things.
The white fae was so vibrant and full of youth. Did that take away from her recruiting skills? Were others mocking the Assassins because the girl acted so vibrant and happy all the time towards others, contrary to the normal view on "killers"? The girl was anything but a murderer. Fighting was something that ran in her blood, a good fighter she was, but most horses in the Assassins have never killed before, and instead became exceptionally good warriors. No, most horses in the band would never kill.
Blending in with the icy scenery, white and brown, the white fae finally came upon another horse. A stallion Pegasus, with elegant white wings, speckled with brown, like her hide. An upcoming smile on her face, she realized the lad was almost as tall as her, and quite strong looking. He would be perfect for one of the warriors for the Assassins, and he might even be able to rise to the ranks of a general. Tinted with the color of a Sorrel Overo, Accalia noted he was quite handsome, along with is striking blue eyes. Approaching him, a smile was planted on her face. "Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins," she paused momentarily before continuing with her cheerful attitude now. "Do you seek a home?" The fae questioned, hoping he might accept her offer. The beautiful mare stared at him with wide red-brown eyes, awaiting what he might say.
Shifting her mane, she kept on walking forwards with a sour look on her face. Keeping a serious look on her face, she began to gallop to brush the anger off of her. Speeding through the trees, nimbly avoiding them, the rage that was present began to ebb away until she was solely focused on the wind ruffling her hair, and her powerful legs pushing her faster and faster until it was a dangerous break neck sprint through dense trees. Being young, there was something in her mind, thinking that the fae could be invincible. But worry took over and at last, panting she slowed her incredibly fast pace. Walking now, Accalia started contemplating on things.
The white fae was so vibrant and full of youth. Did that take away from her recruiting skills? Were others mocking the Assassins because the girl acted so vibrant and happy all the time towards others, contrary to the normal view on "killers"? The girl was anything but a murderer. Fighting was something that ran in her blood, a good fighter she was, but most horses in the Assassins have never killed before, and instead became exceptionally good warriors. No, most horses in the band would never kill.
Blending in with the icy scenery, white and brown, the white fae finally came upon another horse. A stallion Pegasus, with elegant white wings, speckled with brown, like her hide. An upcoming smile on her face, she realized the lad was almost as tall as her, and quite strong looking. He would be perfect for one of the warriors for the Assassins, and he might even be able to rise to the ranks of a general. Tinted with the color of a Sorrel Overo, Accalia noted he was quite handsome, along with is striking blue eyes. Approaching him, a smile was planted on her face. "Hello there, I'm Accalia of the Assassins," she paused momentarily before continuing with her cheerful attitude now. "Do you seek a home?" The fae questioned, hoping he might accept her offer. The beautiful mare stared at him with wide red-brown eyes, awaiting what he might say.
