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09-26-2013, 10:37 AM
The mare found her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head in exasperation at the word's of the dimwitted (albeit pretty, for a hornless) mare, though a plan to punish her for being so slim in the mental department kept her tongue in cheek for the time being. To the dismay of the lusty seal bay mare, however, the moron seemed to finally catch on to the game at hand when the tip of her golden blade swept nearer her frame, skittering back towards the bank with a look of confusion that, had Illynx been well suited to finding decent companionship in equines, might have made her smile at the naivety. Instead, it seemed as if Kahlua had suddenly become a hunk of steak in the midst of a hoard of starving lions, the childish mare's query of fun drawing a cruel smile to the lips of the unicorn.
"But I am having fun," she said, her slide drawing to a close and her elegant features rising to meet the features of the two equines, that vicious grin still slithering across her face. It fell away, however, as the dark haired stallion stepped forward, slipping into the once clear path towards the idiotic and lovely overo, becoming a scowl that slowly evolved into a look of utter disgust towards the foolish stag.
For this one, she had no immediate words, only action.
Her haunches bundled beneath her as she launched herself forward, horn once again angled for blood, her hooves barely finding traction on the slick surface, but her rage all the more honed by the insultingly wise Apodis and allowing her forward momentum to continue, albeit more slowly than if she had not been on ice, towards the buckskin's body. Viciously she drove her crown to the right, striving to feel the flesh of the sandy toned stallion's shoulder tear under the pressure of her sword, his warm and pretty blood a much needed decoration for the frozen river. "I said run!" she screamed, spittle flying from her lips as she raised her head and struck outwards once more with her horn, hooves dancing about on the slick surface to follow the stallion if he decided to finally heed her warnings.
In all her disgust, she had discarded the childish woman that the buckskin attended, fully expecting her to stand there meekly through all the chaos, perhaps even attempting to join in on the "wrestling match" or whatever dim witted conclusion she would draw from the current events. Even if she did decide to join, Illynx was sure that she was more than a match for the pair; neither had a weapon to use.
