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05-31-2013, 02:40 PM
The voice that spoke from those wicked lips was sharp, and edged like a dagger. There was a certain risk to the voice that sounded through the woods, ominously speaking. Deadliness. If only this horse could be sided with the outcast band, they would increase not only in numbers, but in the fighting strength of their force. But the next words that she spoke infuriated Accalia. One year olds. A chuckle was emitted from her velvety lips, so strong, in fact her whole body shook with laughter. Rage was radiating below. How dare she insult the outcasts, and herself. The fae seemed light and feminine, but what was truly hidden were her sinewy legs packed with muscle, her body strong ready for the fight, and deadly intelligence. Don't judge a book by its cover.Accalia didn't fight with skill. There was a rage factor involved that made her much more dangerous than any horse with previous knowledge of the fight.
"You should choose your words carefully. We are anything but one year olds. Skilled fighters, that's more like it. Are you sure we wouldn't just decide to come up and slit your throat in your sleep?" Accalia questioned with a high pitch feminine laugh that she forced from her throat, to mask her swirling emotions. The first thing that the white girl wanted to do was rip apart her flesh and watch her bleed and the mare's writhing body below. "You are in the Threshold", the words were actually spoken kindly and sincere. The anger that had been present a few seconds ago was starting to ebb away. "It is where newcomers begin their journey for a home", a laugh was accompanied by her words. "Just keep in mind, Assassins are for deadly horses, wanting to bring justice to others. We are in need for strong, intelligent horses which is why I came to you", the girl said, and at the same time her ears picked up a sound behind her.
Kumal. She had known the silent footsteps by now, recognizing how the cat walked. Stealthy, silent, deadly, Accalia had now grown to like the tiger. "Kumal", the fae hissed, hoping to make him stay quiet for a millisecond. The girl was going to try to recruit her. It was her duty after all. "She's special. Strong, intelligent, a power house. I can see infinite potential in her", the fae said glorifying the brutish mare. But in all truth, it was all correct.
"You should choose your words carefully. We are anything but one year olds. Skilled fighters, that's more like it. Are you sure we wouldn't just decide to come up and slit your throat in your sleep?" Accalia questioned with a high pitch feminine laugh that she forced from her throat, to mask her swirling emotions. The first thing that the white girl wanted to do was rip apart her flesh and watch her bleed and the mare's writhing body below. "You are in the Threshold", the words were actually spoken kindly and sincere. The anger that had been present a few seconds ago was starting to ebb away. "It is where newcomers begin their journey for a home", a laugh was accompanied by her words. "Just keep in mind, Assassins are for deadly horses, wanting to bring justice to others. We are in need for strong, intelligent horses which is why I came to you", the girl said, and at the same time her ears picked up a sound behind her.
Kumal. She had known the silent footsteps by now, recognizing how the cat walked. Stealthy, silent, deadly, Accalia had now grown to like the tiger. "Kumal", the fae hissed, hoping to make him stay quiet for a millisecond. The girl was going to try to recruit her. It was her duty after all. "She's special. Strong, intelligent, a power house. I can see infinite potential in her", the fae said glorifying the brutish mare. But in all truth, it was all correct.
