Subject: * l i s t e n i n g . |
Author:
Almase
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 13:50:27 04/15/02 Mon
Author Host/IP: 205.188.199.59 In reply to:
Stovati
's message, ":Glare:" on 12:28:18 04/13/02 Sat
Brown colouration prevents observation, as unicorn mare move stealthily through emerald vegetation of coppice. Alicorn is held low, for a stray ray of sunlight could easily catch its gold, and reveal her. Auds flick t'wards the two; she attends.
Ever since her encounter with the young blackblood who had refused the silver blood presented to her - Almase's blood - the mare has had a new view of blackbloods. Now she steps forth, raising black-and-gold alicorn. Orbs turn first to Stovati, then to Antar. On the steed they remain. *I mean no disprespect, but she is right.* Orbs remain 'pon the steed. *When did the blacks do anything to earn our enmity? The ones of today, I mean. No, nevermind, don't answer. You'll make me lose my nerve. Can they help their birth? They cannot. You may argue that they could deny it in this world, and I yet again have an answer. As weanlings, blackbloods are fed blood. All their life they are taught that they are killing machines, and that their presence in this world is for the mere sake of killing others, of promoting darkness by eliminating the light. Can they refuse their teaching? And yet,* she adds, turning her gaze to Stovati, *I do not recall there ever being a law that silvers have to be nice, or perfect. Of our history, what I recall was that the followers of darkness were given wings or horns, as well as the use of magic, to use for evil. To counter them, we were given the same. Nice? Perfect? No. You have the wrong idea. We are warriors, we silvers, not some gathering of...of peace-makers, here to tell the world to be nice to each other! We are not here to play at perfection!" This last is said fiercely, and suddenly she stops, to await a response.
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |