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01-23-2014, 05:27 AM
The frigid air enveloped Valhalia's petite valley, encircling her in transluscent white mist. Silver eyes gazed out throughout the land perched in the high mountains, watching the everlasting white scenery. Snow piled on the ground, reaching its cold grasp upon her ankles. The Aurora Basin suited the femme fatale quite nicely, the gloomy weather, constant ivory snow, and even she partly blended in with her speckled rump. But now that she was part of the herd, it was time for her to spread a fiercesome reputation.
Or at least it was her time to begin meeting other supreme unicorns. Thank the moon goddess that some scummy equine was bestowed upon her to advertise their filthy herd. Standing stone still for moments more, a rigid mask upon her face, it melted off, as she parted her mouth. A booming whinny exited, summoning whomever to come be of some company. Interacting with fellow unicorns would be good, and especially to spread the idea of being the best race to those pansies who wanted to adore equines and filthy pegasi. Valhalia loathed those beings. Loathed them completely.
A strong wind blew by, ruffling up her lengthy mane, billowing it around in its caressing touch. It blew in front of her eyes, and the mare expectantly waited, knowing someone would come, as they always had in the past. The woman meant business and would only wait for a slow while before she finally got fed up with impatience.
Or at least it was her time to begin meeting other supreme unicorns. Thank the moon goddess that some scummy equine was bestowed upon her to advertise their filthy herd. Standing stone still for moments more, a rigid mask upon her face, it melted off, as she parted her mouth. A booming whinny exited, summoning whomever to come be of some company. Interacting with fellow unicorns would be good, and especially to spread the idea of being the best race to those pansies who wanted to adore equines and filthy pegasi. Valhalia loathed those beings. Loathed them completely.
A strong wind blew by, ruffling up her lengthy mane, billowing it around in its caressing touch. It blew in front of her eyes, and the mare expectantly waited, knowing someone would come, as they always had in the past. The woman meant business and would only wait for a slow while before she finally got fed up with impatience.
