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01-09-2014, 09:04 PM
For a time now she had been in limbo within the confines of this helovian society. She had just finished working out what she was supposed to be doing not long ago, and she figured she might as well assert herself along the way. To prove her worth within the society of the Asylum. Sure, she wasn't exactly fond of herself, but she was missing some of the power, and strength that came with her title. She was a destined heiress who now had nothing to her name, and she wanted something. Whether it was bragging rights or not. Her hooves crackled gently on the dying leaves as she traveled onward, and leaves slowly turned to snow. The sky had taken on a darkening scene, and lightning was flashing above her. Little droplets of snow fell from the sky. Her name, her home, everything was beginning to feel more comfortable in the frigid weather. With a smug flick of her tail, she followed, on the ground, a dark figure overhead. Soon, it had landed and the mare approached. She was a familiar figure. It was Storm, the grey mare from the threshold. From her first encounter they she had no doubt had a feisty side. So it didn't surprise her to see the mare looking for a fight around these lands. A smile crossed her face. It was customary in her country to never start the first attack during a spar, it was always the trainers, or in this case, the opponents who first attacked. So, In a swift movement, she stationed herself in front of the mare, with silent words, she offered a graceful half bow. Extending her wings full length, signaling she was offering a challenge to the mare. It had been a long while since she had fought, and she was looking forward to the chance of maybe brushing some skin with a rouge. "Talking" word count: 317 Elsa |
