HESTIA the fierce
Born of sweetness, turned sour, ventured neutral.

Ah, the resistance of his tough skin against bare hooves sent a pulse that lured me closer to wanting to draw blood. I was thirsty for it like a little monster. Once the leash that held me back was loosened, even the slightest amount, I took advantage of it and craved more. It was an odd feeling to train under someone that I may be able to beat. Oddly enough, I felt an ease sweep through my body and I felt my thoughts leave my mind.

War.

Tonka's display of a defense let a sky smile slip onto my face. I was over him, allowing his kick to meet the air. Though my force continued until my hooves slid off of him and into the cool grains of earthen sand. After my hind and front legs were on the ground, I trotted forward a few steps to regain my balance, and rock hard stance. Now turning to see Tonka asking questions, I pondered. He was so tall, yet he couldn't really do any arial combats. Maybe I would fit in well with the assassins.

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So, war what is it like?
Bloody and brutal and long and what else?
What are the odds?
Are they in your favor?
Shall one feel the deathly grip of hooves of stone?

"Oh Tonka, I did it for the hell of it. You seemed like you needed a good scare." Slowly she starts walking around him, circling him. She was raw and cold, were the other assassins? She was small, yet so compact and heavy. She wasn't scared to fight. Hestia was a demoness in battle and would willingly allow her blood to be spilled for the sake of being the victor. She would fight to the bloody end of her life to win. Though now, she'd accept defeat. She'd practice more and harder, then come back twice as strong.

"Tonka, on a more serious note. I'd take pleasure in becoming a general. If need be, I will show you my raw talent." She felt a surge of raw power course her veins. Letting her muzzle stretch out towards the male she grunted and stopped, standing parallel to him. He smelt, somewhat, natural. Hestia smelt of blood, seawater, fresh air, yet most of all wild. Letting out a deep raggedy breath, her nostrils quivered in delight as air refilled her lungs.

HESTIA the fierce
Born of sweetness, turned sour, ventured neutral.

I didn't like Tonka as much anymore. He lacked the logic that a true leader needed. To be honest, I was very well thinking of going to Dragons Throat. I striked a chord in him by simply asking about a position in his five horse 'herd'. He'd better watch his tongue before I decided to pick up and leave. In every marbled word he spoke, there was rage and fury. It was evident he may not have been the best choice for a herd. He seemed unstable with his emotion, and he made choices on the weary emotions.

I could've easily attacked him full out, but I didn't. No, I'd used my words. "Tonka, what is wrong with you? You get all fired up from a simple question. How am I supposed to know you won't get mad at me for losing a spar or a recruit? Tonka, why do you not put a member in that general spot? I can't make you run your group any way, it was just advice." Bitterly I snarled at him. Opening my wings with a large swish sound, I lunge forward and I'm airborn. Circling above him again with even wing beats and ears pinned, I slowly dissolve into the sky again. I was a master of disguise. Again, I was hidden well, though Tonka would now know how I snuck up on him.

I felt my necklace around my neck and smiled. I came alive, and closed my wings, falling head first infront of Tonka. This was war now. No turning around, battle was about to happen.

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Turn away.
I'm a monster.
A machine that needs oil.
I am the Satyr.

Opening her wings once more, she goes from falling full speed to gliding to the sand. Fiercely, she lands with a loud thud. Bracing her hind legs, she let her front half surge into the sky. A war cry left her lips in the form of a loud scream. Like a well oiled machine she slams her front hooves back into the ground. The sand shooting around her hooves like a sprinkler. "War, Tonka, war." My voice is marble smooth and glazed finely. Her stance was strong and hard.

HESTIA the fierce
Born of sweetness, turned sour, ventured neutral.

Tonka looked at me.

What the fuck? Why is he staring at me? Boldly, I stepped closer and cut my eyes at him. He was indeed confusing. One moment the sissy was angry and the next he was fawning over me like a helpless lamb. I was screaming inside, yet I couldn't help, but not say anything. All I could do was stare back with my eyes cut. What was this act? This craziness shall be put down before it gets up.

I let my eyes go back to normal. I looked at him. Slowly, I relaxed a little. Let him act how he wanted to. Men had hormones, let them be all moody. Did Tonka have a family or did he want one with me? It's so confusing, so I didn't think about it.

What the fuck, does he love?!?! When the fuck did that happened? Uhm, holy shit what's happening..? It was confusing and not many horses loved me. Admitidly, Tonka may be the first, but did he love me? You know what, fuck this shit. Love was too weird.

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No poem D:

"Tonka, do you ever feel you make bad decisions that you are happy you made?" She steps forward again. Hestia can feel the warmth of their bodies nearly touching. Slowly, she reaches her flaring nostrils towards his muzzle. Her lips stay neutral as she smells him. She realizes this is slightly strange, but cannot help it. On the inside, she's screaming and dying. On the outside she's enjoying this too much.

What has happened to the War Horse?

HESTIA the fierce
Born of sweetness, turned sour, ventured neutral.

Tonka explained my question. I had asked a simple yes or no question and he really went into depth with it, but I didn't mind... I guess. Yet, he seemed worried and anxious. Like he was hiding something and was scared. The bottom line was that he had indeed made foul choices that worried him, but in the end he loved. I had a lot of moments like that.

Me and Tonka simultaneously hear someone coming and freeze. When a figure is spotted, Tonka steps away from me and the warmth on my muzzle disappears. Without moving one inch or accknowledging the gold male interrupting us, my ears pin and I step one step closer to Tonka. We are the same distance as before, but I'm angrier... at Tonka. "Oh, Tonka. You've made one to many mistakes within this night." Rage settling in my eyes as I stared at him, frozen. My stance said 'Touch me, I dare you too.', or 'Kiss me ass.' Either way I really ended on a negative note with Tonka this night.

I turn away from him, and steadily walk towards the gold on. My knee singing with pain. Damn, Tonka was no help. "Everything is OK, now." My blood red orbs cut at Tonka before returning to the body of the equine. "I am an Assassin, and who are you?" I kept my name under wraps for now. I wasn't going to hand out information, like I had done so with Tonka and the Appaloosa stallion.

Before I can say anything snider, a large thud against the ground rattles my attention away from both of the boys. As I turn my head, I expect a meteor or something big. Maybe a boulder fell from those afar rocks. As I see what it reall is, my emotions curdle. "That's disgusting." All I can see is a large bear walking towards us, first slow, but then quickly. It's saliva burning the beach upon contact. Immediately, I take to the skies and disappear upon the blackness of it all.

But I'm still here, and ready to kick ass.

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A bear a dare.
A fight at night.
Beat the Bear,
But WHAT will I win?

She looks proud, like a princess, and strong, like a warrior. Quickly, she circles her prey. Hestia waits for the moment to strike hard. She tries to fly above it, but it's a moving target so she may be off. Like a hen dropping an egg, she dives down hoping to hit it's back and bring it down. The back was a sensitive are and if damaged the animal could be paralyzed. When she got closer, she realized it may not be an animal, but a sort of mechanical thing. Her ears stay pinned as she keeps going from the sky to the thing, faster and faster and faster.

Her necklace dangles around her neck giving her a constant reminder of her ties to mortality. This bear may have thought she had dissapeared, but she really had not dissapeared at all. She had always secretly wanted a Zephyr, and since of such weren't just laying down everywhere, she figured this thing may have one. She'd seen many types of Zephrys and she liked the royal Wakiya ones. They were so powerful and majestic. They looked like they'd been made if raw energy. She knew this bear most likely didn't have that egg, but who knows. Maybe it held something.


OOC - I enjoy having muse.

HESTIA the fierce
Born of sweetness, turned sour, ventured neutral.

My attack came through. Hestia had managed to land her hooves on it's back. Whether it was bone or something else, I was pleased to feel the resistance of the maggot bear's frame. Though the bear was old, it needed to leave. I look to the sandy beach and Tonka hits it's head. After my front feet hit the animal, I pick them up and let my back feet hit it. With the aid of my wings, I try to get away from the creature so I can turn and make another attack.

But something stops me.

I fly faster away from the creature when I hear 'Self-Destruct'. Before I manage to get out, I feel pan singing my skin. It's nearly intolerable. My wings stop flapping and I fall to the ground. Luckily, I wasn't to far from the ground. I landed with a thud. My legs buckled underneath my stomach. This was a very uncomfortable position. My legs felt like needles where poking them, so I though it'd be best to stand up. So, I ignore my leg pain and stand up. Now I can actually see my legs, I want to hide them. From my hocks to hooves, I have severe burns. From my knee to my hock I have slight burns, and on my under belly I am the slightest burnt.

I just became... A French fry.

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No poem D: