They had been called and so they had arrived. Here was Eris, Seele and a trusted warrior of their herd ready to defend The Throat. She had never been in a battle before...well not a battle that was this kind of size! The red haired mare could not describe her excitement as they walked closer the herd land and smelt the freshly spilled blood. It was like paradise for her. Stopping before clearly marked (and ignored) borders, Eris saw the mingling bodies, it appeared that they had arrived towards the end of the battle mostly everyone had paired off and was attacking each other. The insane mare today was in a rather...mellow mood. This did not not take away from her evil, cold and calculating thoughts though.

Her blue eyes rested on the feather in Seele's tail. Eris had found herself rather jealous at the fact that Seele got to wear the feather. Eris knew for a fact that it would have looked better in her hair. They were both leaders of this herd, yet Eris always felt that she was second best to Seele. Everyone always seemed to forget about her. Sometimes Eris felt that even if she jumped up and down in front of them screaming "I'm a leader as well", they wouldn't even notice her. Eyes narrowed with annoyance, the red haired mare strode past Seele into The throat. She didn't need Seele to prove herself in battle. Oh no.
Her blood sister stopped at the boarder, so Eris paused only a few meters into the land.

The Asylum finally had a chance to prove themselves, more than that, their group might actually get an alliance. They were here, as per ordered, to help The Throat. So when their chance came to take over a herd land, they should be able to call upon The Throat. An eye for an eye, a favour for a favour.

Cold Blue eyes regarded the battle with extreme interest, she really needed to feel the sensation of someone beating her up. It was sick, but she enjoyed it so much. Maybe even a little too much. It made her feel alive, it reminded her how fragile life was. She took it away from smaller creatures with ease...but during battles other's put her in the place of smaller animals. Oh it gave her joy to have to scramble to be on top again. How the golden mare hoped, no prayed, that someone would come over and give her that sweet, loving pleasure. She wanted them to do it, it was honestly an open invitation.

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