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11-11-2012, 07:14 PM
The dark shadow mare watched the reaction of the femme with an impassive expression; her stony façade gave away nothing, but inside her thoughts were reeling. The mare showed promise for taking a rank of Protector, though she would need training. The immediate defensive stance she took was noted, though Mirage did not respond to it in turn.
"Etes." The mare's warm, sultry tones repeated the name, dedicating it to her memory so that she might recall upon it in the future. "I am Mirage." Exotically accented tones offered the introduction, though she did not proffer her title nor rank to the painted one just yet. As she had spoken her name, her image seemed to fade, as the illusionary magic touched her pelt for a moment, displaying her very namesake. But it lasted no more than a second, before the physical edges of her body became solid once more. "And in your joining a herd, what would you bring? What do you believe a herd could do for you?" The questions were posed with a sense of importance; what exactly did this Etes believe she would find here? What did she strive for, long for, what were her aims in life? All this, and more, Mirage wanted to know. sxc.hu
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