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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
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
