With a quick flash of her eyes the beauty set foot onto what was known as the Threshold. Unforntunantly her comings of here wasn't the greatest. She was so cut up and thin, blood everywhere, eyes not full of life. It was the worse Brooke had ever been. There she caught up with Torasin, and his newer friend Mirage.
Brooke had seen something between them that day, although Torasin and Brooke were together now, she was jealous of Mirage. Always. The black one who almost got her stallion. Mirage would pay dearly if she ever step foot between them. If she ever went to tear them apart. Torasin and Brooke were to have a family. Soon she would be pregnant and carrying his children.
Heavy hooves were carrying the young mare carefully across the ground. The heat was aweful and at times ungrateful. Blinking her sky blue eyes quickly something caught her eye. Something red. Something large. Something...! An equine.
The painted mare thumped her last hoof to the ground and stood there. Staring. Waiting for the other to sense her, smell her, see her, whatever. Ears forward, intent on listening to the silence of the forest. The other smelt of a mare. Easing Brooke's thirst for a lying game. The stallions were the easiest to trick. She would woe them with her looks and seduce them into believing random lies and send them on never ending searches till they drive themself insane. Or walk to death.
Hair falling in clumps from her neck to her knees. Tail resting endlessly on the ground. The mare before her entered into a small meadow. Stopping harshly then shaking her head like a fool. Brooke's head only moved to watch the other. She made no movements just gathered in the weaknesses of the other. The other almost looked like her child. Her child, one of the twins, that was probably dead now. No doubt he died with his father, Tuba, in Isilme. Or had they died? Maybe they just fled to another world.
Either way she didn't care. As for this mare was clearly not her child. She didn't have a strong hate for this one, like she did the child that was born with a horn. This one was purely equine. It had no horn.
Still seeking out flaws Brooke glanced the body over. An important flaw would be the one of size. The draft painted mare was much larger than this one. Her favor. With that Brooke was even more pleased. Raising her tiara even further to the sky. Her head was held proudly now. She was done being curious. She putting charge to her focus. Large hooves cracked the dirt as they moved forwards. Sun beating on her back as she stepped into the clearing. Almost facing the mare dead on. Sky blue eyes locked on the mares darker eyes. 'Interesting, the ring around them.' her mind absorbed.
"Are you lost, or hopeless?" she darted words. Spitting them like venom. Caring less of what the other mare thought. Brooke was larger, heavier, well more muscled. Only downed by the ability to make turns quicker. She was sported with speed and endurance.
As an equine herself she should play along with Brooke's games and care little for the crude tone. It's only a test. A test for Brooke to open her lies to. To trick you into believing things you shouldn't.
Torasin and her father had been the only two beings to ever find the truth and loyalty from her. Aera had found her loyalty.
[ooc- seen nobody had come yet, hoping you didn't have this saved up for someone.]
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