A pair of unicorn stallions made their way into her dark chocolate view, and she regarded them with a stony expression, a furrow barely perceptible over her clear, delicate features. Upon closer inspection, one of them had a red nose. Odd, but not entirely unusual. She had seen worse. What did stallions of antlers and darkness want with her? She could turn tail and run out of the land she so tentatively walked in to, or she could remain where she was and face whatever wrath they held for her colorless coat. Whether out of bravery or foolishness, the small, older mare remained rooted to the ground, tail swayed like boughs of the emerald trees.
The earthen sweet smells and chatter of life were addressed by her senses and summarily discarded into the hold of nothingness that seemed to swallow any predominate emotion that grew too great. Those emotions were threats. After years of abuse and cruelty, her mind had altered itself accordingly, as did her frayed heart. At the deepest core beneath layers of filth, grime and wickedness was a kind, gentle soul who stood beaten and crying in a corner, but the cold gaze in what should be warm brown orbs belied nothing.
Two colored eyes and those more blue than the deepest point of the ocean regarded her. Blue and brown seemed more warm, though both pairs seemed to shimmer an ancient darkness. Tammenia lifted her neck ever so slightly, not out of pride, but defensively. Twin, tulip towers shifted to the side, ebony tips turning inward. A deep voice spoke, void of the excitement that hung in the meaning of his words, and she narrowed her gaze slightly, studying to see if he was mocking her; her conclusion was that he was not.
The subsequent grunt from the stallion who made her hide crawl with uncertainty was both comical and disconcerting at once. She wouldn't know whether to laugh or defend herself from harm. Absently she wondered if he did that on purpose. "Greetings," she replied, her voice subtle and smooth, like honey. The way he worded his statement lead her to believe that one, there were not many of their kind here, and two, he preferred his own kind over another. "My name is Tammenia," she replied.
"I will admit that it is pleasant to be greeted by my own kind. You are an exclusive herd then?" she asked, regarding the pair with less suspicion than before.
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War is Never Cheap Here [Deimos/d'Art]
