�.midnights.duel.� -- hospice

. to.whom.this.may.concern .

�.her deep mahogany auricles rolled slightly, she was greatly irritated, and one thing wrong would blow her off. she was ready just to jump one of them right now for the heck of it. she faced the ones autumn and ryo the 'terrible duo'. what they had dubbed themselves as the greatest. she could and would take them on herselves, this side of her hasn't never before been revealed, but she wasn't afraid to. ivories barred as they spoke. listening to what they had to say. hearing their apologies, but at her state, she didn't know what to think. maybe their sincere about that, but then again, maybe they are trying to trick me. no word was spoken to them, just waiting for them to make a wrong move.�

�.her attention wavered to the brute besides her. feeling sorry now eh? who cares? she knew for a fact that crypt would come for her, when, who knows.. hopefully soon. but in the meantime, she realised that this one was going to try to convert her into loving it at the hospice. sure, she like two of the mares, the other two she couldn't say much about. but heck, lets see what he has to give.�

�.terantuline ferumberates as she shifted her weight, ready to steady herself in time to react to a strike. pallet turned for a moment to see suicide notes retreating back. a pang was set forth. appendages that instant whirled away from the grouping that surrounded her, she had had enough of them. she followed suicide note to the edge of the harem. probiscus extended in order to brush her pelt with affection. fondness flittered with every spark of sadness. as the other made her way home, she wished she could follow. she thought about how crypt would react if he was in this situation. about how he would kick butt, make himself dominent, not be brought down. with this a new found determination was set forth. with a last look at the retreating figure of her hopefully soon to be ally, scythes dig into the terra firma as a mad pace was set towards the equines that had before surrounded her. pinnacles adhere to skull, like never before. hindquarters fail as well aimed kicks were sent their way, noo complete direction for any reason was there. she felt contact with a few of them before runing off a few strides to stare back at them, sides heaving, still unsure upon which ones she had stroke. not caring. nape tossed valently in her ways. it felt good to let it out. their reaction? unknown. bring it on.�

( ooc: holy cow, i have a writers block, and that is seriously the worst post, no good words or anything, but the thought was there and thats what counts. lol. )

x midnights duel x
x beta of catacomb isle x
x bound to crypt x