Post by mozart on Jun 24, 2010 16:07:22 GMT -6
The Dragon King, eh? How very, exceptionally interesting. Enter Kastarte, Amazon Queen of the Golgotha Badlands. 17hh of pure muscle, rage, beauty and intelligence all thrown into one convenient package. Maybe she was playing into his hands, entering his lands like this, but then again, maybe this could all work out for the better. They were land neighbours, afterall. What was wrong with a friendly introduction? She smirked to herself as she walked onwards, swatting her tail occasionally in irritation and impatience at nothing in particular. The near constantly disgruntled mare was not known for the opposite of any of the current emotions she was displaying and nor was she about to change. The carrion birds who often rested in her lands had whispered of the lands below her being claimed by a stallion intent on the rape, pillage and murder of any White Alliance equine he saw, and she had instantly fallen in love. Or she would have, if such a thing existed.
Nay, but she was exceptionally intrigued by the chattering squawks about Gizmo. An unusual name, she conceded, but it was not to be sniffed at. Indeed, she adored her own name, it personified her very being, little harpy that she is, and it served to pique her interest still more. Eventually, there was nothing more that could be done about her curiosity but to step forward and investigate it herself. Yes it was the breeding season, and so it was dangerous wandering into a dark stallion’s land, but she was overly confident of being able to protect herself. She was a Queen, strong, bold and a very experienced and skilled fighter. Any stallion who thought she would be easy prey was clearly very much deluded. She flashed her ivories in a deranged grin as she slid to a halt, thinking about a good fight. It had been a while, but unless it was called for, she had not come her seeking violence.
“Oh, I’ve heard so much about you, Drake,” she whispered to herself, the words being carried away on the breeze. She knew, somehow, that he would step from the shadows with a reply, and she could barely contain her boiling excitement. This was going to be so much fun!
Nay, but she was exceptionally intrigued by the chattering squawks about Gizmo. An unusual name, she conceded, but it was not to be sniffed at. Indeed, she adored her own name, it personified her very being, little harpy that she is, and it served to pique her interest still more. Eventually, there was nothing more that could be done about her curiosity but to step forward and investigate it herself. Yes it was the breeding season, and so it was dangerous wandering into a dark stallion’s land, but she was overly confident of being able to protect herself. She was a Queen, strong, bold and a very experienced and skilled fighter. Any stallion who thought she would be easy prey was clearly very much deluded. She flashed her ivories in a deranged grin as she slid to a halt, thinking about a good fight. It had been a while, but unless it was called for, she had not come her seeking violence.
“Oh, I’ve heard so much about you, Drake,” she whispered to herself, the words being carried away on the breeze. She knew, somehow, that he would step from the shadows with a reply, and she could barely contain her boiling excitement. This was going to be so much fun!
