| S K R A E L I N G
A meeting with a general and the shadow diseased heathen came and went with the arrival of the shadows. A so-called princess had appeared before them, speaking in manners of purity and much more that led Skraeling to believe her nothing more then a spoiled child. Soon others will learn the shadows tend to be heavy with opinions that are not the type to lie quietly, instead leaping out with subtle fangs that nip away at their words until she gets to the bone of the sentence. Godiva believes Skraeling does not know what she meant by "purity", but Skraeling knew exactly what was meant and her words, though made into a strange form of a riddle, and much of it held true. Purity is not a care for Skraeling, for even her own breed had been messed with, turning from a buroque style to something more, what humans call, "sporty". Even within her own purebred lines, she is nothing but a mere illusion of purity, which in itself is a wicked trick that she will use to her advantage one day. But for now she stalks along the Peak's dangerous cliffs, climbing around the rocky slants with sure footed steps and fearless confidence. There are things to be afraid of, and climbing a mountain side is not something anyone wants rattling their bones in a nervous shiver. Some things shake and rattle the sturdy mare, but traversing such terrain is not one of those things. Especially when there is a scent of birth on the air, in an area that is strange for one to give birth as it isn't fully within the peak but it isn't outside into the outskirts, either. This has Skraeling both intrigued and worried for the safety of whoever it is that had just dropped life onto the Peak's formation.
Slender legs plow through the Peak's sides with force and purpose, each careful stride bringing her closer to the scene of Skylar, Mouse and the newborn filly. But new mothers are never to be trifled with, something Skraeling had seen first hand plenty of times, and this makes everything about her turn from dark and brooding to cautious, still dark with dimly lit eyes, but cautious, never the less. From where she stands she can hear the sounds of chatter, but she only ever catches the last half of what a strange mare - Skylar - had to say. It is then that the shadow diseased heathen steps out into the open, distancing herself from the new mare and foal but moving closer still towards Skylar. Skylar has a strong scent of stallion on her, something that does not appease in the slightest but Skraeling cannot run around assuming she is here to cause trouble. For a moment the black beast stops, abyss-like eyes landing upon the new mother and her foal. "I will do my best to protect you and your foal from any predators that may roam for the smell. That is until your filly is strong enough to move the rest of the way into the safety of numbers." These words are matter of fact, and full of a strange power that seems to radiate from the mare - a confidence power, perhaps a better word would be strength. There is a no nonsense air about the shadow colored maiden as her attention now reverts back to Skylar.
"You don't smell heavily of the peak. What is it you want?" A tone that was once softer, is now a bit stronger (though careful not to startle the new filly) and demanding. Something about Mouse doesn't seem like a typically relaxed new-mother, is this mare bothering her? If that is the case, Skraeling will happily give this mare a one way ticket down the mountain, but that will not happen unless it is evident that she is not welcome around the unnamed mother and foal. This is when the shadows wrap around her mind, whispering that her name is not known and that it will never be such if she keeps her silence, so for but a moment her eyes shift towards Mouse. "I am Skraeling." Is all she says, making the shadows in her mind's eye swirl to the rhythem of her name. Simply ignoring the illusionary presense, she looks back towards Skylar, standing tall, ready to fight if need be. Skraeling has plans for this Peak and she is going to prove just how much this place might just change. These amazonians are nothing more then mares hidden a peak, but now there will be mares willing to take revenge on force breeding stallions, willing to save mares from a horrible treatment by the males. Skraeling will have these islands under her watchful eye soon enough. She dreams big and she rarely doesn't get what she dreams. Though nightmare might be a better word for reality.
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