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Adrixaura Posts: N/A

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10-07-2013, 12:08 AM

A d r i x a u r a

hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die,
then life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

And what?! What was I expected to do day in and day out? Sit around on my ass and be lazy because everyone thought having foals was a good idea suddenly, that being a bunch of mindless whores makes you useful?
Well, that surely didn't get you anywhere.
I left to get away from them, fearful of the idea that if I hung out with them that long I'd surely end up pregnant again. Checking the threshold isn't much of a bad idea; the weather's nice, the air's a bit hot, but it's nice to be back here again. It's been one hell of a year, and each memory seems annoying in the process. There was always slaves to go out and find, and finding more minions wouldn't be that bad. There was always someone.
Inculding him.
My first idea of him was of annoyance. Most of the stallions I met made my stomach churn, flames bursting within my inferno, gasoline made of hatred sparking them. Sol had been met with the same way I was probably going to treat this odd, mis-matched stallion. He was handsome, if I could say, if not fucked up in a way that isn't even ever understood. Somehow, I liked the sight of him. I'm giving this a shot though I'm going to hate it. Tonka will have my hide if I don't bring something home, yet do I care? Is it nice to think that worthless idea of a leader has my loyality? No. My loyality is to Ignita, though she is dead. When she died, the Assassins as a whole took it; that's how I came to be here.
"Hello, Mr. Sandman? Have you come to bring me a dream today?" I smirk, pleasure slipping over me. This one is weird. I hate him already, a good thing if you're not sure. My pale eyes linger about his footsteps, the sand fanning from them nothing but bull shit. I just happened to pick the wrong one to try and recuit today. Seriously, I'm not even caring. It's just a worthless soul, a number in our ranks that the name of will never cross my mind for me to care over. It'll be my job to teach him to fight,
"Name's Adrixaura. Assassin General, part of a quickly growing outcast band, fighting for justice of those who can't receive it. Anything you need to know?" What I really want to say right now is 'Just come on home with me,' but let's not scare him away.
I might even enjoy this bastard here.

OOC: Late night post. Sorry It's bad. The next will be so much better.

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