Goldenrod
mare | 15.0hhs | buttermilk buckskin | of the deserts heat
A faint grin split the golden mare's lips, her honey eyes glittering faintly. She listened to everything Asmodeus said, but one thing rang clear in her mind once he had finished speaking. She had no reply for everything else, but this one bit she did. With a shrug of her shoulders on the sentence and a faint hum from her lips, the mare let her voice finally escape her lungs as she looked him dead in the eye. “I don’t have the patience or time of a useless figure head Asmodeus.” She had been here originally for Nymara, but as the seasons changed, Goldenrod no longer felt the need to be close to that mare. Her story was past tense at this point and the golden mare would much rather give herself over physically in the battle sense to a lead that would actually be around.
Huffing a breath, Goldenrod then gave another shrug of her shoulders, her head turning away from Asmodeus as she scanned the land around them. She had been a piece of the desert for long enough. She might be a tiny corner piece, but she was important here in her mind and it would take training, but that would be something she worked on as time passed. For now, the golden mare was content to train and do her tiny share of watching everything over this land even if it was unnoticed. “As long as someone is here and prominent Asmodeus, I will be around them. Be it you, Nymara, or some other cantankerous wench. As long as my home is protected and I get to train, I will stick around long enough to watch my body deteriorate.” With those words, Goldenrod turned away from Asmodeus and looked over her shoulder one last time. “Don’t disappoint the few of us here like Nymara had done. I would rather not have to deal with another lead that looks pretty but can't hold their own.”
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