The haunted waters were similar to her mind, the water they shifted and changed without meaning. Things lurked beneath the surface, destroy soul that hungered with thirst to devour the soul of another. It was an interesting place to live, an even more stranger place to be gathering a family together. Yet here they were, their numbers thriving and their group was strong. They may be crazy, they may be outcasts, but together, united they were strong. Her dream was slowly coming true. Who was to say that the crazy ones could dream?! Her dreams were just as big and better than the dreams of those who were considered normal. Eris found this funny as well, it was considered a good thing to be normal. But that was so boring! Being crazy made life so much better, being crazy allowed you to do anything you wanted and not have to worry about judgement. They already thought you were crazy, insane, evil and horrible. What could possibly be worse than that? Being normal.

The golden mare wondered through the marsh, she followed that paths that she had learnt, the safety net. This way she only had look into the waters from above, not actually swim with in them. The spotted beauty saw a figure in the distance. The could just make out the stark white hair and black body underneath the pale moonlight. Bitchface. Eris smiled in spite of herself. Oh this mare was fun to talk to! They each messed with each other's minds, insulted each other, teased each other, belittled each other, oh it was the start of a beautiful friendship! She changed her directions slightly and started directly towards the dark mare, she had told Eris her name but it was forgotten the moment after it had been said. So now Eris simple chose to make up horrid names for the mare.

As silent as a stalking cat, the mare approached the other. Eris' eyes gleamed with the crazy tonight. Stopping a few meters behind the other, she audibly groaned. She wanted the mare to approach her, for she should show her respect to Eris. After all she was her leader and Eris was just a bitch who sometimes liked to hold her power over others. "Well...you can bow anytime you like." A laugh tumbles from her chops. She didn't actually expect a bow from the other mare. In fact she expected a battery of insults. Luckily Eris was in the mind to play and be wicked. She wanted to experience emotions at the moment

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