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01-02-2014, 04:15 PM
The lass strode confidently strode through the thick forest, with her head held high up in the air. Wearing a smug smile she thought who would she find today? Someone else to mess with or someone that could give her information? Flipping her long, luscious black mane out of her face, the arrogant lass viewed the endless woods. Wretched trees. Nothing like the endless snow that she preferred and the flat plains to see enemies from afar. Not to be the horse being stalked in the dense foliage. Valhalia liked to think of herself as the queen, or more so the predator, the wolf chasing down her prey in the barren tundra.
Shutting her wicked orbs, still smiling her twisted smile, she dodged the trees at a moderate canter. Two gray orbs opened and scanned the place, that was chilling quickly. Winter is coming quickly, the demented femme thought in her ice cold mind. The Orangemoon wind hit her harshly, petite body slightly wavering with its shove forcing itself against her. Valhalia knew she would do anything to get out of this despicable place. Avoiding growing nerves, her mind started to wander on the subject of others living in these foreign lands. Surely there would be a herd, ruled by unicorns needing intelligence like her, and fighters.
Valhalia wandered on the idea if an equine came to recruit her. Disgust rolled off her tawny pelt in waves. Equines. Disgusting, inferior beings, the equines. With their suprimest thoughts, they had to think they were the best, and deserved lavishness. But in the recesses of her mind, the fatal femme knew that unicorns ruled, and were all powerful. Equines would perish under their hooves. Coyly smile, craning her neck and lifting up her head, she let out an demanding whinny. Someone would reply, and come to the distressed damsel's aid.
Any equine or Pegasus is allowed to join in (because she needs to get in a fight) But I would prefer a Basin unicorn. :3
Shutting her wicked orbs, still smiling her twisted smile, she dodged the trees at a moderate canter. Two gray orbs opened and scanned the place, that was chilling quickly. Winter is coming quickly, the demented femme thought in her ice cold mind. The Orangemoon wind hit her harshly, petite body slightly wavering with its shove forcing itself against her. Valhalia knew she would do anything to get out of this despicable place. Avoiding growing nerves, her mind started to wander on the subject of others living in these foreign lands. Surely there would be a herd, ruled by unicorns needing intelligence like her, and fighters.
Valhalia wandered on the idea if an equine came to recruit her. Disgust rolled off her tawny pelt in waves. Equines. Disgusting, inferior beings, the equines. With their suprimest thoughts, they had to think they were the best, and deserved lavishness. But in the recesses of her mind, the fatal femme knew that unicorns ruled, and were all powerful. Equines would perish under their hooves. Coyly smile, craning her neck and lifting up her head, she let out an demanding whinny. Someone would reply, and come to the distressed damsel's aid.
Any equine or Pegasus is allowed to join in (because she needs to get in a fight) But I would prefer a Basin unicorn. :3
