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"Volterra."
The word is as much of a greeting as it is a warning as the pale Pegasus slowed to a stop beside the hulking stallion. Though her eyes remain locked upon the creature, mind already ticking away at the anatomy and possibilities of a monster like that, her body was angled curiously both toward and in front of the blackened stallion. In moments forward, the lass was sure that she would look back upon her defensive stance and laugh - who was she to protect the wretched stallion who had broken her bones and could very well take care of himself?
Why, she was Orithia Endsinger and that big idiot was under whatever protection she could offer; he, at least had been the only truly honest giant she had encountered within her short life.
At the moment, though, the mare could hardly think of laughter; after all, a monster hewn from the ocean's refuse had just hoisted it's wretched, unnatural body from the sea. Glancing about at the other equines, Orithia found only one other familiar face, offering the Healer Queen a curt nod before turning her attention back toward the creature. Asking what the thing was seemed to be unnecessary, a known beast wouldn't garner so much attention - so much suspicion. Instead, the feathered medusa took a side step closer to the thick black hide of Volterra and muttered something incoherent before asking outright, her voice flat and eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What does he want with us?"
The word is as much of a greeting as it is a warning as the pale Pegasus slowed to a stop beside the hulking stallion. Though her eyes remain locked upon the creature, mind already ticking away at the anatomy and possibilities of a monster like that, her body was angled curiously both toward and in front of the blackened stallion. In moments forward, the lass was sure that she would look back upon her defensive stance and laugh - who was she to protect the wretched stallion who had broken her bones and could very well take care of himself?
Why, she was Orithia Endsinger and that big idiot was under whatever protection she could offer; he, at least had been the only truly honest giant she had encountered within her short life.
At the moment, though, the mare could hardly think of laughter; after all, a monster hewn from the ocean's refuse had just hoisted it's wretched, unnatural body from the sea. Glancing about at the other equines, Orithia found only one other familiar face, offering the Healer Queen a curt nod before turning her attention back toward the creature. Asking what the thing was seemed to be unnecessary, a known beast wouldn't garner so much attention - so much suspicion. Instead, the feathered medusa took a side step closer to the thick black hide of Volterra and muttered something incoherent before asking outright, her voice flat and eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What does he want with us?"
Speaks to @Volterra and acknowledges @Alysanne
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
