She had begun to notice how out of shape she had been getting, finding herself appearing smaller than she once was. Damn, she was appearing weak now, pathetic. And ruling over an empire that would eventually cleanse Helovia demanded she be in top shape. She moved casually through the Deep Forest, giving off a huff as she flexed her muscles. With a grunt of frustration and stamp of her hoof, Colt lurches forward. The stallion she had recruited was nowhere in her sights, and she doubted he was anywhere nearby, so attacking a stranger would have to do. Hopefully she could be at an advantage, and the stranger would be small and weak, a pathetic skyrat or sickly stick head that she could easily take down.

Colt raises her legs, arching her neck and stretching the sturdy and stout appendages with intent on loosening her muscles, prepping for the fight she was unsure would actually happen. Surely she wouldn’t be too scary as to frighten off all her opponents, right? A smirk slithers across her black lips, twisted as she lets out a mad laugh at the thought of those inferior to her turning tail and abandoning their comrades in the face of her. A wicked glint shimmers in steel sights, eyes settling on the light peering through the canopy of trees. She would surely have an advantage with her magic and the fact that there were several pebbles scattered around the roots of trees and covered under some of the reddened leaves that lay about her hooves. How peculiar, she thinks, coal black hoof placed upon a pile of leaves. That trees shed everything, they die, she looks down at the leaves with twinges of disgust upon her faces. But do they know they will come back? Or do they constantly fear that this is their inevitable end? Stopping her thought process, Colt sneers. "Tch, this is stupid." She kicks back her forehoof, leaves shooting out in all directions from beneath her.

Colt wasn’t much for deep philosophical thoughts or theorizing the meaning of anything, she lived simply. What was presented before her was what she took in; often she judged individuals based on such information. She doesn’t dwell on the information either, not unless someone of a separate race presents it to her, in which case she will consider it false and not accept it. She was quick to judge, and in some cases, easy to manipulate. Thus why she made sure she sat securely on her throne that was separated from others with layers and layers of cold, solid stone. Her barrier was impenetrable, but this made her callous, calculating, her sympathy was lost, her ability to summon emotions other than rage and hatred forgotten, abandoned on the outside of her concrete fortress. She sat inside her stone kingdom, content with the loneliness that crept within her.

A heavy sigh escapes her lips. The Emperor was bored. She needed something to do with her free time. Looking at her surroundings, mouth agape, a war cry rings out, a challenge for those nearby. "Come and fight!" Cowards.
"TALK TALK TALK"
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setting colt is in the deep forest, the sun is just beginning to set. temperature is moderate. there's lots of big trees, they're not too far from the little pool.