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Drums of War


save your breath



Having ventured from the oasis she'd learned to become so accustomed to, the spotted mare ventured out a short ways into the golden sands. She notices how the breeziness has died down, and the coming winter change was already quite obvious to her. For a brief moment, she looked back to the green oasis. Near two seasons the herd had resided there, and already two rogues encroached on her and Olaf's home; though one had sought a home among the hot sands and the other had left just as quickly as he appeared... Warsong didn't like it – she didn't like it at all! She knew it was about time to move the herd, and to unite it into one force.

A faint breeze bought with it the familiar scent of sour salt.... and something else. Her head turned once more and her amber eyes scanned the horizon from the mount of sand she currently perched upon. That was when the big colorful mare came into her vision. A shadow along the horizon at first. Very quickly Warsong knew this was not another rogue. This was a mare – recently the mares who'd ventured into the dunes were not chased here by Olaf, but by Bloodmane. So with neither stallion in view, the indication of who sent her here was clear to none. There was a chance that this mare could be a nomadic traveler like the desert born mare that Warsong had watched Olaf escort here, but Warsong doubted it. Mares rarely wandered by their lonesome, and if they did, it wasn't for long.

The spotted mare did not loiter long before she moved into motion. She scaled the ridge of the dune down and climbed another closer to the mare. Ungracefully, Warsong not only slid down the face as she cut across the dune but she staggered a bit, too. She caught herself before she fell, though and confronted this new stranger head on. While she looked uncomfortable in the shifting sands, Warsong still carried herself with enough grace to be associated with strength and dominance. She shoved her nose against Nakita's and exchanged breath with her. 'Hello' the gesture said while offering her some information about herself.



female // mustang // fifteen hh // seven // leopard bay dun appaloosa
you'll need it for when i tear you limb from limb
html © riley | image © vandy




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