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12-22-2012, 07:02 PM
 No. This would not do. "Traitors are not welcome here." The voice that spoke dripped with a deadly poison, one that was reserved specifically for fools who dared to encroach upon a land they had forsaken. The General had been updated by his Leader, his true Leader, Kri. He had never acknowledged Leander's rank, not when it had been above his own. But he would acknowledge it now. Outcast. Unworthy. "You were demoted, Leander." Azzuen hated when fools attempted to talk up their own demise to be something more honourable. There was no honour here, not for Leander. The stallion had been an asset to the herd once, but then something changed along the way - he stepped on too many toes, and when one is a Leader, you cannot afford to toss one's weight around like a useless pile of coal. "And you, you lost your challenge." Crimson red eyes turned to look at the StormChaser, once leader of the Foothills, a Throat member for a minute before she attempted to gain leadership of this great herd. Azzuen had no time for either of them. That they thought they could stand upon the lands they had been turned out of and recruit? It was laughable. But Azzuen was not laughing. He approached them directly, head on, unafraid, assured of his power. He spread his generous wingspan, and then, with a smirk that held little humour in its curves, he activated a magic that he reserved only for special occasions. Everything around him was repelled, and so too should Leander and Svetlana. He himself rose a few feet from the ground, without beating his wings, due to his magic affecting living creatures. He altered the magnetic polarity of everything, he made them repel, he pushed them away - at least, he was doing his very best to. "Leave. Or face the consequences." larfsalot.deviantart.com |
