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10-15-2013, 10:28 PM
 Now I have a reason to kill you, the words sent a shudder down the mare's spine that she could not stop. The cold was biting, frightfully so, and she was not warmed by the situation that had unfolded so suddenly before her. Out of plain pure and unadulterated terror, the mare skidded backwards on the ice until she felt her hooves press against the back. She took her first step back onto solid ground and watched in confused disgust as the kind stallion she had traveled with began to drool in anticipation of the hunt. And the golden dipped mare. Somewhere under her fear, Kahlua felt a feeling well up within her that she had not experienced in a long time. She was angry. This mare had ruined her perfectly good day. Even stupid Kahlua could figure that much out.Having backed herself all the way onto solid ground, the mare watched for a few minutes longer as the two danced an intricate dance. In her own head, a war waged that was almost as furious as the one on the ice before her. Her jigging hooves told the tale. She wanted to run, every fiber in her being told her to run as fast and as far away as she could. She did not want to be involved in this. The other part of her told her that Apodis was fighting for her, at least in some small part, and how could she abandon her ally and new found friend to the terrors of the golden wench? Finally, after what seemed forever, she came to an uneasy solution. “Stop it!” She cried out suddenly, her voice barely loud enough to hear over the din of crashing hooves. “STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!” She yelled more insistently this time, stamping her hoof like a spoiled child. And in some ways, she felt like a child. Her mind flashed back to a time in history when her mother, the queen, had been taken and enjoyed by a stallion that was not the king. Had they fought then, when her father, the Preacher king had found out about terrible deed? She could hear their yelling through the winds now like it was yesterday. Shaking her head to rid herself of the memory, Kahlua found that her eye were wetter than they were meant to be. No tears fell yet, but the feud in her head was causing her stress that she was not prepared to deal with. How much longer could she hold the flood gates back? K A H L U A |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
