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09-02-2013, 04:51 AM
 Her eyes narrowed, watching the stallion carefully as she paced forwards on the creaking slabs of ice. The mare did not notice the crunching of solid water - she was too far preoccupied with the blood mouthed beast before her. Yet as she grumbled her words and arched her thick neck, the slightly smaller stag simply brushed his tail back and forth over his hocks, seemingly amused by her display. Though that irked the mare greatly, she found her ears perking forwards and the rippling muscles in her neck smoothed and relaxed as she let her body change away from her defensive position. That did not mean she was not wary of the beast, but the aggression had waned for the moment. She eyed him carefully, glancing over his dark pelt from his coal black legs to the crimson stain across his maw and marring the tips of his ears and horn, as if he had plunged the dagger recently into the heart of a foe. Her own blood tear markings were equally vivid, however, and she had often been judged on the warpaint that marked her and her sheer size. There was no need to judge based on appearance, surely? Even if he did look like a cannibal from a distance. She continued to walk over the creaking ice until she was a few feet away. Only then did she stop, and she managed a faint, awkward smile. "My....apologies. You took me by surprise. I was not expecting to meet anyone here." She excused herself, shrugging her shoulders and not quite able to match his gaze. Only in the brief silence that followed was she able to hear the moans of the ice beneath her hooves. And only then, did she freeze as if her ice white bodice was part of the hostile landscape. Ice. Under which was water. lots of ice cold, deathly water. How she hated the stuff. Her eyes shot up to his face. She glanced around themselves. They were far from the snowy peaks in a field that was once a flowing lake. "We seem to be standing in a very dangerous place, blood." Since she did not know his name, the poor stallion was marked by a nickname Artemis would not soon forget. But at that moment it didn't matter - her heart skipped a beat and she found herself unwilling to move. The ice had held thus far under her mammoth weight, but now she knew that it was simply ice holding her up, she feared to move. "Speech." |
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