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Although Africa could well hold her own against imprudent thugs, which the alabaster stallion was proving to be, she was not upset by the arrival of one- another unicorn no less, who took it upon himself step between and distract the feud. Accepting the sudden aide, the young grey stepped from her central point to allow a more three-way conference amongst. Cordially she returned the smile which eased into his relaxing, quite disfigured (from a Pegasus' perspective) complexion and nodded did Blitzen. A brief glance was spared for the Griffin when he was referred to and the mare offered to him a pleasant smile- Silas's beady black eyes melted across the creature's form, just as transfixed as he appeared aloof. He had only met before the dragon race, a quiet respectable sort and towards this new creature he held a cautious guard.
The first stallion chuckled crudely when Blitzen spoke and Africa's discerning eyes narrowed against him disdainfully. She did not speak though, holding her cunning tongue for the better of the situation which had been brought under reasonable control.
"If you are truly a warrior, like you say, Krieger…" Africa began quietly with the hint of scorn in her tone controlled and diminishing, "Your step would be measured, and your thoughts calculating- perhaps your untrained tongue is faster than your mind?" The young mare took a breath then, pausing to eye the single yellow globe which watched Blitzen closely. Although her coat was sleek and taught with youth, unconcealed and relatively fresh scarring betrayed the nature of her experience; as did the unyielding sparkle in her gaze- Africa was no warrior like the brute before her claimed title to, but she had fought her own battles indeed.
"Nice to meet you both." She said smoothly as Krieger's voice mellowed, vanishing not too soon into the brew of thick, humid air. It was a generous statement, because up until then she had thought little of the single-horned beast's existence. She offered him a curt but civil smile, nodding before turning her face a little to offer one warmer to the newcomer, Blitzen. "I am Africa, Dragon's Throat's Oracle."
Again Africa drew a steady, patient breath and blinked while allowing a thoughtful silence to flood the space between each body. Respectively she looked again to each in her company and smiled at last, a little more freely than even she expected. Few she thought quickly, thinking back through the myriad faces which had previously crossed paths with her, were so rash and obnoxious without true reason; without a cause to back them. Those who were genuinely as cold and callous as the Unicorns of the north behaved in an entirely different way to the red patterned, white stallion; their eyes were hollowed by hate; their tone as dry and unfeeling as Deimos's had been that day when he warned she and Sinhue from his territory. This giant horse was not like them.
"Krieger," the one-winged Pegasus asserted confidently then, her voice engaging him on a rather professional, courteous level. "Would you like to hone your skills for a cause; refine in your talents with the very best army in Helovia." It was a broad proclamation indeed, but her poise remained immaculate, her eyes unwatered while the five-horned stallion waited by. The army who guarded so vigilantly the borderline of her home was yet to be beaten- even by those grisly fiends of the north. "Of course-" She added carefully, narrowing her eyes as they danced from Krieger's wad of shielding forelock to the sole eye beside. "You will need to work on your conduct in return for such opportunity, and you will honour the Throat and its herd as your home, and your family."
Africa tried foremost, to find the greater good in the world, and those who inhabited it. Should the stallion have agreed to her conditions- the few she had so trustingly set, the long-suffering Oracle would take him under her wing (like the children of the herd she tended to), and teach him why it was so necessary to respect his peers, and the land which nourished him. She would create something valuable; impart upon him, true respect, not this fluffy intemperance which he pasted all over himself. Offering a conclusive though earnest smile, she retired her forward stance so that Blitzen, or Krieger might speak appropriately. She was no fool to think that the leonine tailed stallion who towered in turn beyond his ‘cousin' would not have a similar offer to present- this after all was Helovia's Threshold where the found made claim to the lost.
For @[Krieger] & @[Blitzen]
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