She wears a coat of color, Loved by some,
Feared by others

THE BATTLE WAS TO BEGIN NOW. ARI'S MUSCLES RIPPLED OVER HER THICK COAT. DAPPLES DOTTING HER WINTER COAT AS IT SHED. CYAN ORBS SAW EVERYTHING CLEARLY. THEY HAD BEEN SEPARATED INTO CLUSTERS. IT LOOKED LIKE ARI AND THE UNICORN AGAINST KTULU, THE YOUNG AND BRAVE BRUTE, BIRCH, THE OLD TREE, MURDOCK, THE GLOW IN THE DARK PEGASUS. ARI AND THE CHESTNUT WOULD HAVE TO TRY HARD. ARI STEPPED OUT INFRONT OF LOCKET. SHE DIDN'T CARE THAT HE WAS A FOOTHILLS WARRIOR. HE DIDN'T KNOW ONE THING ABOUT BEING AN OUTCAST. IT SUCKED. ARI ON THE OTHER HAND, WAS AN OUTCAST, AND IT WAS TIME TO PROVE THAT SHE HAS WHAT IT TAKES TO BECOME A TRUE HEROINE WARRIOR. KTULU, THE BITCH, WOULD PAY. IF HER MISFITS WIN, THEY THROW FOALS AND HORSES THAT HAVE FORMED BONDS AND LOVE OUT. HAVE THEY NO SOUL? THAT STILL HAD TO BE DETERMINED. THE TREE WOULD BE EASIEST. BREAKE A COUPLE OF BRANCHES OF AND WATCH SAP OOZE OUT. SHE TARGETED HIM FIRST. NIMBLY, SHE SWERVED AROUND LOCKET AND WENT INTO FULL OUT GALLOP TOWARDS BIRCH. IN A FEW STRIDES SHE WAS INFRONT OF HIM. HER OPPERTUNITY CAME. TEARS WELLING BEHIND HER EYES. WAS SHE REALLY GOING TO MAKE IT OUT? THIS WAS WAR AND SHE MUST BE BRAVE, BUT SHE FELT TERRIBLE. SHE HAD A NAGGING FEELING THAT SHE WAS GOING TO DIE.

SHE LUNGED UP AND HIGH. SHE WAS TRYING TO JUMP OVER BIRCH'S HEAD AN SLAM HARD INTO HIS BRANCHES. MAYBE A FEW WOULD BREAK OFF. IF SHE SUCCSEFULLY FLEW OVER HIS HEAD, BUT BRANCHES DIDN'T BREAK AND SHE FELL, SHE WOULD BITE AND TRY RIPPING LEAVES OFF. NO MATTER WHAT SHE'D AIM TO BITE THE TREE. AFTER SHE LUNGED, SHE FELL ONTO THE GROUND, STILL UNSURE WHETHER HER ATTACK HAD DONE MUCH, SHE HOPS BACK ONTO FOUR STURDY LEGS. SHE STANDS WITH A LITTLE EXTRA SPACE BETWEEN ALL HER LEGS. IF SHE SPREAD THEM OUT A LITTLE MORE SHE COULDN'T BE KNOCKED AS EASILY. IF MURDOCK ATTACKED.. OR TRIED TO ATTACK FROM OVER HEAD SHE WOULD DUCK AND SHIFT AWAY. IF KTULU ATTACKED WITH THAT HORN OF HERS, SHE WOULD RECOIL AWAY FROM IT IN SHEAR EFFORT TO NOT GET SCRAPED. IF BIRCH ATTACKED SHE WOULD HAVE TO SPRINT AWAY.

EMOTIONS CHURNED IN HER VEINS. HER NOSTRILS FLARED AND GULPED FOR OXYGEN. HER MANE WAS WILD AND FREE. SHE TIGHTENED HER MUSCLES AND STIFFENED HER JOINTS. "'ocket." tHE FEMME MOUTHED THE WORDS AFTER GETTING HIS ATTENTION. GET THEM TIRED. THEY ARE SOME FUCKING EVIL BASTARDS. THE MARE HATED STALLIONS, AND IT WAS HARD FOR HER TO TRY TO DO TEAM WORK WITH THEM. NONE-THE-LESS. THIS WAS WAR.

"I will never crumble to you. You inferior shits will die gulping for enough air only to have you throats clogged with blood. Your wings will be torn off and used as reminders. Your tree, Zen Boy, will grow big and strong, in the ground when you are burryed alive. Your horn..." She looked at Ktulu the shadowy mare would pay. Hoping Locket wouldn't be hurt by these words. "..will serve as an amazing spear as we stab your misfits lifeless. This is W-A-R."