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Through the snowy mountains cold the rotted demon flies, swerving to avoid ice cold clouds. The sun begins to fall back, and the creature smiles. The night was closing in, preparing to attack Helovia, the land of growing darkness. Her laugh echoes into the valley of horned, the stupid fools that called themselves high and mighty. I will show you. She spits into her mind, rotten ears flicked back. She sees them there, standing offering themselves to her. She sees two shapes perfectly aligned, perfect to strike upon. Swooping down, wings extended, she lets her dark feathers fall to the unicorns. Let them wonder what creature left such horrifically smelling feathers. T'was the demon that left these hideous signs, signs of the upcoming horrors.
Descending rapidly, she lets loose her rotted, bone spiked legs. Her deformed bone structure creaks as she presses her weight to the snowy ground, shivering. There, yards away, stood two horses. One looked so odd, a small oaf with a curled horn atop his head. She ignored the little steed and instead lunged for the gold accented woman, who looked fierce. Wings are tucked tight until the last minute, in which the witch releases the hold and lets them flail around for confusion and distraction. She would spread her sickly disease through bite, through a hideous touch of her tainted spit. The black cloud that trailed behind her had touched a tree, withering it.
Leaping away from the bay, she offers her maw once again to the flesh of the Lady. She doesn't know if this will hit her or not, but it didn't matter, this bite was simply a back up. Pale eyes flicker to the dark stallion as wings outstretch, hind legs bunching what muscle was left. Preparing for flight, the once sweet girl cackles and offers words. "Let it spread across the land! Let it destruction and death take rein!" She calls out, flying upwards so she remains out of reach of those daggers. They would not touch her with those swords as she examined them, waited for the effects to take place. She did not lunge for the dark stud, for she was sure the Lady would take care of him.
"Talk talk talk."
[infected Amara strikes again!]
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