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01-22-2013, 03:01 PM
Upon the sound of the Sultanas' voice the sabino canters to her, standing tall, head high and wings tucked. Blue orbs track the Sultanas' every moves. Upon the closing of the Sultanas' maw the sabino dips her white head with graceful movement. The relaxing of muscles and inhaling of air follows, solid hooves scratching at the red sand. The sabino speaks, her words come out one at a time, somewhat confidently. "I am ready to fight." The pink muzzle of the sabino closes slowly, neck swoops down in one quick movement before elegant head is raised again.
White appendages are stretched one by one before folding neatly at the sabino's side. Air is pushed and pulled through lungs, a snort escapes the nostrils of the sabino, and ears perk, staring at the Sultana.
Daggers hit the sand, scraping it as the sabino waits for the second Sultana, Sumati to speak. Another is visible from the corner of blue orbs, a peculiar stallion with a black mane and tail, the ends tipped in red. His horn and eyes match that of his tips, and there's a marking visible on his flank. A heart. Interesting, for a stallion. A smirk crosses the pink lips of the sabino, laughing sounds out in mind. A serious look is placed back onto the face of the sabino, and head is angled up to the Sultanas, waiting for them to speak again. Mind processes current situation quite quickly. A war, aye? 'Bout time. I'm aching for a realfight. Blue pools trail to the area around them, red sand, and nothing but. A small burst of wind blows, and blue orbs focus back on the Sultanas.
White appendages are stretched one by one before folding neatly at the sabino's side. Air is pushed and pulled through lungs, a snort escapes the nostrils of the sabino, and ears perk, staring at the Sultana.
Daggers hit the sand, scraping it as the sabino waits for the second Sultana, Sumati to speak. Another is visible from the corner of blue orbs, a peculiar stallion with a black mane and tail, the ends tipped in red. His horn and eyes match that of his tips, and there's a marking visible on his flank. A heart. Interesting, for a stallion. A smirk crosses the pink lips of the sabino, laughing sounds out in mind. A serious look is placed back onto the face of the sabino, and head is angled up to the Sultanas, waiting for them to speak again. Mind processes current situation quite quickly. A war, aye? 'Bout time. I'm aching for a realfight. Blue pools trail to the area around them, red sand, and nothing but. A small burst of wind blows, and blue orbs focus back on the Sultanas.
