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08-17-2013, 10:05 PM
Mirage the DragonHeart And so chaos begins.
The devious little shadow mare knew they would react. She knew there would be bloodshed. It was what she wanted, what she hoped to provoke out of them. She was not one to march to their borders, to unknown lands, to tire her army out before they reached their destination, and take from them lands she did not desire. Mirage desired only peace, but to achieve it, she had to begin a little chaos. The plan to steal the foals had worked. They had spurred the Basin into action, demanded that they revealed to the world just how revolting they truly were with their racist ideals. Now it was time to win against this threat, to crush them on the lands they knew best, to present a united front and prove to them they were a powerhouse not to be reckoned with. Of course, the plan did not go exactly as prescribed. Kri, the one leader of another herd she trusted as much as her own blood, had been captured. And as the scents of the North descended upon them, Mirage also detected the mountain aromas of the Foothills. That was another surprise, and one she hoped they would still be able to overcome. She certainly would be having discussions with the Grey after this was all said and done.. If she and her kin survived the onslaught first. The dark little mare stood just within the borders of her home, with the mists dancing around her, the moon shining above her, and the trees sporadically placed across the area. The loam below was soft, not damp but with a covering of forest undergrowth settled atop it. A golden dragon lingered in an overhanging branch above the mare's tiara, as her golden eyes roamed the area. She knew they would come. And so she waited for them. [ 311 words. 0/4 attack posts. 0/2 magic/companion uses. Mirage awaits a challenger just within the northern border of her home. |
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