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Stupidity was a disease, a foul infliction that devastated the ranks of any army. Stupidity to follow orders that would lead you to your death. Stupidity of the commander to send the legion into the pass, where they would be slaughtered. And that is why the mare existed. Her breath came in deep, smooth gasps, her eyes were proud and wild. Delicate hooves flicked through the waste, the piles of dead bodies. The foul smell of rotten meat pervaded her.
She was the warrior queen, a simple horse.
A name was unnecessary to put to her face. She was powerful, with a broad-chest, a mountain warrior used to training at much higher elevations than this. Thick feathers trailed her black legs. No beauty, certainly, with her shaggy, plain bay appearance and blunt face. But oh-so-strong. A faded white star under her rouge-eqsue forelock.
"Soldier. You are not done your battle yet, weary one. You are foolish to lose your wits about you so swiftly when the battlefield appears deader than the horses lying upon it." A contemptuous smile twitches her black lips. She does not waste time rearing, like an idiot. Instead, faster than a blink of an eye, she throws herself into a full-gallop, knees high and legs flicking out, tail soaring behind her.
She aims to take out the black unicorn. As she gallops, right before she would possibly hit him, she leaps, angling her shoulder forward, preparing herself to slam into his hefty black flank.
She was the warrior queen, a simple horse.
A name was unnecessary to put to her face. She was powerful, with a broad-chest, a mountain warrior used to training at much higher elevations than this. Thick feathers trailed her black legs. No beauty, certainly, with her shaggy, plain bay appearance and blunt face. But oh-so-strong. A faded white star under her rouge-eqsue forelock.
"Soldier. You are not done your battle yet, weary one. You are foolish to lose your wits about you so swiftly when the battlefield appears deader than the horses lying upon it." A contemptuous smile twitches her black lips. She does not waste time rearing, like an idiot. Instead, faster than a blink of an eye, she throws herself into a full-gallop, knees high and legs flicking out, tail soaring behind her.
She aims to take out the black unicorn. As she gallops, right before she would possibly hit him, she leaps, angling her shoulder forward, preparing herself to slam into his hefty black flank.
