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08-21-2013, 09:41 PM
 the lines keep getting thinner</style> Ktulu's gaze remained hard and unforgiving as she watched the mare that had crossed her borders and collapsed on the ground. She had half expected the other mare to say something to defend herself, but she just laid there and took the verbal lashing. It was, oddly, disappointing to Ktulu. Why wouldn't she say something to defend herself? "Scared." Eytan's voice echoed in Ktulu's head and she gave a slight dip of her head in response to his suggestion. Fear was probably what she saw in the mare's eyes. Fear and betrayal? The Chieftess stood strong and sturdy as Antheia rose to her feet, her muscles taught should the girl get the sudden, foolish idea to try and run further into the Foothills or, even more foolishly, attack. "Goodbye, Apollo." She watched momentarily as the unnamed mare limped her way back toward the Edge, then turned to look at Apollo. Her gaze had softened somewhat as he agreed with her that she should not have come to their home, of all places, to seek aid. "She is an outsider." Ktulu pointed out to the newly appointed Chief. "You are far kinder and more accepting than I, but we must come to an agreement that outsiders cannot be trusted. All it takes is one pretty face and kind smile to fuck us all over in an instant." Her gaze turned in Antheia's direction and one of her ears tipped back. "We've worked too hard for too long to let it go so easily." She then turned her body toward Apollo. "Sickly outsiders definitely cannot be let across our borders. We cannot afford for our warriors to fall ill and leave us defenseless, especially now when part of our force is in the Edge." While she did not know the complete extent of Antheia's wounds or if she did carry some sort of contagious sickness, she would not chance it. "Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I would rather be paranoid and prepared than trusting and taken for a fool." @[Apollo] xD |
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