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'Bloody Barbarian...' the tri toned dame deduced from the situation. Why was he standing there like he was the king of the world, when he owned nothing. Not the long frosted blades of grass that cut through the ice, nor the ground he stood upon. Stupidity was not in her nature, icey blues could see him sizing her up, deducting her strengths and pulling her weaknesses as if he could calculate her abilities all in one move. His motive as of yet was unclear, but his wild gaze told her that he was not one to be trusted. 'Not of this herd, best to leave him to the wolves... or knock him around a bit.' her cranium speculated in one toss of her elongated tail. After all, it would be quite delicious if she could knock him down a few, being beaten by a mare would surely wound his foolish pride! Even so a small part of her quivered, ached from the first time she had encountered a stallion and nearly lost her life. A part that was swiftly swept aside by Voodoo. Even so, this brute seemed to prove her theory of 'not-all-stallions-are-bad' wrong. He looked like he was high on his own, self-centered and quite concentrated on believing he could crush anyone out there. The same head carriage and stance was the same as that first stallion she had been unlucky enough to happen upon.
Words lifted into the air, yet the mare cared little about his baritone seeping out from the lies boiling deep within his barrel. Instead, icey tones focused upon those like her own. Another stallion, pulling in behind him and standing like a statue of a weeping angel. Only moving if one did not look too closely. An assassin, a warrior... his steps were too silent, yet nothing could stop the whisper of his breath leaving his bodice.
Slowly her gaze returned to the rock in her hoof, muscles already tensing. The fact was, she knew neither of them, and there was not a
scent to signify anything. "If you turned your back on the Basin once, why have you returned." she nearly spat, putting up a front and deigning to show no weakness before the cocky, impudent, asinine fool... (Not that she knew whomever this Psyche was anyway)
The other unicorn she knew none of, if he was part of the herd she hoped that he would deem her aggression as someone worthy enough to take note of... if he was not, the same onslaught would follow. "I haven't met you either, where do you hail from?" her voice ground out, lowering in pitch. If she must, she would take them both on. This was now her home, her herd, even if she did not exactly know any of them, she would protect it as any loyal member should. Once her word was given, it was solid. Done deal, zipped, kaput, end of the line.
Nostrils flared as she sucked air deep into the barrel of her chest, steadying herself, shoving aside the pain of her travels... Her eyes ignited with fiery spirit, pulled straight down her lineage and imbued in her soul. Myrah, was a Kiger Mustang, and like her forefathers, she would fight for not just the survival of her own, but the survival of the herd as well. It was the one thing she knew was right, even if she knew nothing about herd life its self. That much, was drilled into her head from the day she was born, up until she weaned off her mother's teat. If they were going to put up a solid stone cliff before her, then by the gods she would too. Suspicious, yes, but neither of the stallions looked relaxed, one seemed like he could knock her head off where he stood, and the other seemed to think that he could. 'Pompous...' again her thoughts shot daggers at him.
"Myrah Speaks"
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