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08-05-2012, 03:41 PM
Long evening shadows were cast from the trees, stretching across the ground to mesh and meld with their dark brethren. The day's heat lingered still, but breezes blew infrequently in from the coast to the west, bringing a whispering promise of a cooler night to come as respite. A dark figure paced easily amongst them, her coat in tones of gray and black offering her some brief camouflage amongst the gathering dusk.
It was only when the scents of the trees became almost overwhelmed with the scent of unicorns that she paused, head lowering to snuffle at the ground. A border, she knew. One that she likely passed to meet dark glances of disapproval and distrust. But pass it she did, lifting her head once more and stepping over and through the warning wall of scents that were meant to ward off trespassers. Dark eyes became more alert, watching the shadows for the figures of the patrollers that no doubt strode by periodically to reinforce the boundaries of their lands.
Perhaps she alone was the only leader to have not met the King here, but she had heard of him. Him and his herd. A bunch of unicorns that disliked equines, disliked pegasi. She'd heard of two who'd come to her Foothills, proposing to share medical knowledge, only to be met by distrust in turn. Heard of the King's venture there to gather support for a visit to the Veins. It was hard to keep secrets from a mare who had a second pair of eyes and ears carried on wings.
Not quite alone she ventured deeper into the wooded terrain of the Edge, a quiet confidence marking each step while a dragon crouched upon her swaying haunches. She gave a simple call to alert the unicorns as to her presence. They would not have the excuse of her 'sneaking in' to approach her with aggression. No, tonight Smoke came here with a cause, and anyone who had an issue with that was just out of luck, so far as she was concerned.
It was only when the scents of the trees became almost overwhelmed with the scent of unicorns that she paused, head lowering to snuffle at the ground. A border, she knew. One that she likely passed to meet dark glances of disapproval and distrust. But pass it she did, lifting her head once more and stepping over and through the warning wall of scents that were meant to ward off trespassers. Dark eyes became more alert, watching the shadows for the figures of the patrollers that no doubt strode by periodically to reinforce the boundaries of their lands.
Perhaps she alone was the only leader to have not met the King here, but she had heard of him. Him and his herd. A bunch of unicorns that disliked equines, disliked pegasi. She'd heard of two who'd come to her Foothills, proposing to share medical knowledge, only to be met by distrust in turn. Heard of the King's venture there to gather support for a visit to the Veins. It was hard to keep secrets from a mare who had a second pair of eyes and ears carried on wings.
Not quite alone she ventured deeper into the wooded terrain of the Edge, a quiet confidence marking each step while a dragon crouched upon her swaying haunches. She gave a simple call to alert the unicorns as to her presence. They would not have the excuse of her 'sneaking in' to approach her with aggression. No, tonight Smoke came here with a cause, and anyone who had an issue with that was just out of luck, so far as she was concerned.
