The hiss of wings in the air, it is the only thing that might warn those below of my arrival before my hooves crack upon the crimson sand below. My front legs jar, and I move forward with a heavy gait, my right hind clearly favored as I limp slightly. My body was holding up well, and I cannot say that I am too ashamed to show the mark of a fresh battle under my wing. Instead of hiding the fact that I had been challenged and obviously crowned victorious, why not show it off? That might give this bitch in grey something to think about before she decided to overstep her boundaries again.

Or, then again, maybe not. Some are just slow learners.

I canter forward, my gait rolling as I clench my teeth against the uncomfortable pain in my rear. I had come to the scene just in time to hear a prisoner threaten my soldier. With ears flattened hard against my skull, I break into the strange gathering. "You forget your place, Elizabeth," I say flatly, giving her a venomous look. "You do not have the luxury of threatening soldiers of this land while I still have the strength to kick your ass into submission." Oh, yes, my pride had been beaten down lately, but after a short stint of thought, I realized that I should not have allowed those I deemed unfit to rule to dampen my self-image. I had always been slightly arrogant, even as a brash filly starting scuffles with larger colts. Now was not the time to question my own power, not when I still had loose ends. Loose ends like Elizabeth.

My dark, cold eyes glance next to the furry creature riding low to the ground, nipping at the heels of a warrior who was larger than him. "The one who stole that imbecile is me, idiot," I say callously. "I would not have to take members of that unicorn band prisoner if they had not threatened my own family and allies with their ambushes and steals." I snap my teeth, looking down at the wolf, hungry for some delicate flesh. "Maybe you should tell those of the Basin that hypocrisy is unbecoming."
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I would laugh in her face, except that I have no room for amusement at the moment. Instead, at her piteous statements, I turn my face coldly to look at her ashen frame. My voice is quite level, holding no anger, just a matter-of-fact statement that held a message she was better to take to heart. "Since you haven't the backbone to test that statement, Elizabeth, I would wager a guess that I can." I smile, the tips of my lips upturning only ever so slightly. Let me irritate her further; let me make an enemy of this bitch. Either way, she could not kill me even if she tried. "When you finally turn from your cowardice, feel free to challenge my thinking. Until then, I will think of you as nothing but a spineless cur." I doubt my words will cut her thick skin, but perhaps her being called a coward would stir some passion in that dead heart of hers.

It would do her well.

The mutt, however, was an entirely different story. While I can handle the personality of Elizabeth, as she was brash and ugly with her words, I did not take well to a dog speaking down to me in my home. With a crackle of hate in my blood, I glare down at the wolf leaping out of my way. I did not need to touch him to kill him where he stood, perhaps this is what he did not understand. I let him laugh, kept my eyes like hard agates, letting the wind whipping around my mane intensify to show the emotion. Wolves had hackles; I had the power of the sky to reveal my silent hatred. "The only corpse that will be lying on this crimson floor will be yours, you pathetic mongrel, if you threaten me." The air in the small gathering begins to tighten, condensing around the smaller figure of the fucking dog, which would likely press against his body like an invisible boulder.

I would not tolerate having my word pissed on by an idiot. "I would leave and never return to my home, unless you wish to be gutted, dog." That is if he could move his body under the weight of the crushing air around him.
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