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08-28-2014, 11:31 PM
The world was just filled with all different levels of fucked up. Snö stood frozen in place, her eyes locked on the darkened body of a stallion that she knew well enough to be wary of. Her ears lay back against her head for a moment as she seethed. She had thought she had left Jakar far behind and after several weeks of seeing no sign of him she had thought that she was finally safe. Now even her home wasn't safe. She would have to leave again and find somewhere else to go until they caught up with her again. It was beginning to look like she'd never stop running. Still, Snö had no regrets for what she had done. Felcie had wronged her and he had paid for it. What was the old saying? An eye for an eye? Maybe she had gone a bit overboard by releasing all of his slaves, but he had destroyed something that had been dear to her. What she had done was fair. Justice had been served. Her ears slammed forward as she thought about Felcie. If Jakar was here then that meant that Felcie had to be here, too. She was suddenly very grateful as she began to scent the air that she was downwind of Felcie's bloodhound. She didn't smell the Felcie anywhere. Her eyes narrowed and .... what was that by Jakar's hooves? An egg? She could take it ... or she could destroy it right there in front of him. Snö strode forward, her ears now laying flat against her head and a snarl visible on her face. "How did you get that?" It wasn't fair. She had been in an out of Helovia for three years and in all of her travels she had yet to find an egg. And Jakar just waltzes in and finds one without even trying? The gods had to be spiting her for no reason. That had to be it. Her tail twitched in irritation, white and chestnut strands brushing against her hocks. "You're a lucky piece of shit." She could smash it, she thought again. It was right there on the ground, so very near her hooves. She could smash it and deny him the bond that she had coveted so badly and had had with the metal wolf that she had named Tarak. It may not have been living or breathing, but she had loved it nonetheless and felt as though a part of her were missing. Smash it. "." @[Jakar] Snö you're looking at an absolute zero i'm not the devil but i won't be your hero |
