their short lived moment of solemnity, of unity, is just that… over before it has begun. it seems both mares know that if they hesitate, with the world spinning this wildly off it’s axis, all may be lost. instead, with both of them having forced blood curdling battle cries from their maws, they charge forth. it feels wrong to the staggeringly large black mare to let macabre go first… but she knows that the smaller mare has seniority and experience that makes up for her size.. she also knows more about their cause and the inhabitants of this land.

Božena keeps pace with macabre, running abreast when she can and directly behind when the path is too narrow. her heart pumps in rhythm with the heavy thundering of her hooves and her ears lay flat, buried in a tangled nest of mane. as they run, the towering black mares nostrils flare at the scent of so many converged in one place… the scope of this battle is slowly coming into view.

when the pale figure of cullen appears before them Božena slows by her sisters side, taking in the exchange between them. her hatred of the swamp beast was clearly shared. she does not recognize the smaller pair of stallions that emerge from different directions, nor does she understand the exchange between them.. it is clear, however, that they seem to share bad blood and they appear to be related judging by their physical similarities. when the lighter stallion pulls away, choosing to stand beside she and macabre, she eyes him distrustingly. with meaningful intent she reaches down with her large convex head, giving him a soft bump on the shoulder… she would fight beside him, but she would be watchful.

finally, the time to clash is upon them. Božena feels a strangled feeling deep in her chest, an ugly wrenching pang of concern. she worried for side of good and right… she worried for her sisters… for macabre. and she also feels heartsickness as kunzak flashes in her mind. where was he? would he be okay? for all his stoicism and quiet fierceness she worried desperately when she thought he might be put in harms way. and what would he think if he found out about her conversation in the meadow only a few short days ago… and then there was kendry… who had her confused and irritated all at once. would she see him here tonight? on the battlefield? he had mentioned the lagoon. would he be fighting for their cause?

all the sudden, these thoughts become too much. she shuts them out with a terrible bellow, tempering these thoughts with blind rage. cullen would pay. any who stood in her path.. would pay.

she lurches forward powerfully, saucer sized hooves digging deeply into the forest soil and she propels herself along side macabre toward the leader of the bachelors. she would give macabre the chance at first blow but was close behind, ready to strike in succession and turn her fury on the smaller stallion beside him when the opportunity arose.