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10-10-2012, 06:28 PM
Svetlana, well, wasn't normal. She was crazy, actually. If it was a bad or good way... that was up to you. The pegasus mare was gorgeous, an unearthy beauty with massive black wings that were like little cutouts of the night sky. When she trotted up the rise of a hill and saw a stallion, it didn't occur to her to politely touch muzzles and murmur cordial greetings, even if the scent of the foothills hung around him sweetly like meadow grass. The gray mare's black legs stopped suddenly, her onyx eyes sharpened with curiosity. Raven wings rustled on her back. For a moment, the mare was torn between aggression and polite greetings. But her strong persona took over and she launched forward, obsidian hooves tearing the sweet grass. Visions of blood and shadows danced her in head, but she shook it off firmly. No need for the demons today. Nostrils flared to drink the sweet air, and muscles surged under a steel coat. Teeth bared, ears pinned, Svetlana went for the attack. Black eyes grew colder by the minute. Scratch that, second. The iron muzzle wrinkled, the crazy mare reared and plunged forward, wings outstretched like a cloak of the damned, the dappled pegasus aimed for the crest of the stallion's neck. From there, she could yank him over and see what he was doing. A friendly- or not so friendly- spar was in order. Then maybe friendship.
