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 "Words were another sword for the man who wielded them well."
Proud. Yes, that was how I felt. I had great hope for us, The Assassin's and I knew they would do well and that we would soon be on the road to success. I couldn't wait to show the world what was in store for them because if they believed that we were just going to prance around giving empty threats then they were so, so wrong. No threat is empty from me. I will happily gut a leader or a foal without showing mercy for them, and that doesn't exclude those who once followed me and have turned and betrayed me. In fact, they would be murdered very, very soon after the departure from us. Even those who left with a reason they would be brutally threatened. Unfair? Maybe. But then, life isn't fair anyway. Coldness nipped and bit at my skin as I strode out of the cave I had sheltered in though the night that had seemed to drag on forever and ever. I wasn't able to sleep for most of the night for plans were running round my head at full speed and the excitement of being a leader had finally caught up with me. It was a serious job but I knew I was capable of it. Had I not been born to a great Assassin and been thought to be the only one who could kill her? (Which was why I was here now). I may never know who truly killed my mother but I know one thing...if I ever did find out then I would strip the animal's skin right of his bones, bit by bit. The more painful, the merrier. For me anyway. The bleak landscape stretched out before me. It wasn't very interesting, as I had always thought but it was truly perfect for us. No one would expect to find Assassins here. I prick my ears forward and my deep blue orbs look round with a pleased look. Sleet like snow had started to fall lightly although each flake was slobbered with water which would quiet often fall with a splat. My dark coat was now coated with a thin layer of wet snow but I didn't mind, this was home and with a proud whinny, I let it be known. "Talk talk talk".  |
the Rift
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Assassination and fascination [open]
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03-13-2013, 06:33 PM
Awkward movements carried the filly here. Her sore muscles ached as they rebelled against moving yet again. The near 2 year old was steamed at her so-called leader. Her blue horns changed to a violent, yet majestic, shade of royal blue. She moved through the snow. Her hooves sinking a little with every step, but she liked the sound of the snow crunching under her wait. Weird snow had fallen, but not overly strange for the unicorn. Coated with a thin shield of water, each snow drop landed softly on her warm back tho melt into the water that beaded her coat. Cleanliness of the flakes scrubbed Demetrie clean as she walked. White on white, she would've been nearly invisible, but her blue horns and blazed welcomed others to see her.
The radiant fire ball spotted the mare. Ignita. An aura of anger washed over the adolescent and she walked straight up to the mare. Her ears slanted back, then folded completely flat. Her tail swished back and forth slightly as aggravation twitched her legs and crinkled her nose. The fire cracker let out an impatient snort and waited for an explanation. Explain to her why she had raided her mission, explain why was to hire so many spies, and explain why she was doing this all. Demetrie would eventually spar with them, but making a bet. You win we all stay, I win you leave. She'd do it to. No doubt she would challenge members. This leader needed to explain herself, and rather quickly. Demetrie had heard through the birds and the cracks that some had betrayed her, but can't those horses stay in the low ranks? Them or her. Ignita needed to swipe clean her act before she lost the foal, and Demetrie knew well that Ignita needed her and her young face in this group. This mare is 'Hakuna matata' sick. Well she'll have to choose rather quickly because it'd be easy to leave her." Her thoughts swiveled as she stood there. Ears folded, horn dark, and wet. Like an oiled pig, she'd leave. No one could get there hands on her, because she was much to hard to break. OOC: Demetrie wants answers xDD Hakuna matata means no worries, and if it really doesn't and I was wrong.. we'll pretend :P
03-14-2013, 03:29 PM
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