wandering at ease...

[whitey]

the mare was no longer angry with anyone her mind was wandering...she no longer cared for lead...she was still septs for no other had claimed her...she knew altair was angry with her and would be infuriated at her appearance again...but she was only looking for the plants that she needed to be one again....she sought them out and nibbled at the dellicate stems till there were none left...she was not sorry for her self and she knew she never would be....but altair thought of her as a weirdo, but she was different, in a special way....just because altair didn't like her didn't mean she had to hate altair...she nickered into space, lobes pressed forward then creased back slightly at the yip of a coyote...she stood alert and erect for any danger and any sign of others...

[Altair]

When she caught the familiar scent of Vivian, Altair's ears flattened themselves against the nape of her neck with fury. She headed towards the mare, finding her near the stream. A small pack of coyotes wandered nearby, yipping to one another. Vivian stiffened visibly. Didn't she know that the coyotes were far too small to take down anything larger than a weak fawn whose mother had left it? It would take a pack of at least twenty for them to kill a horse, and this pack was far from that number. In any case, they knew better than to attempt harming something so large as a horse.

Altair stepped into full view, nostrils twisted and teeth showing in a display of perfect rage. Leave, she said in a cold tone. Vivian had far more reason to fear her than to fear the foolish coyotes. You had your chance. Don't you dare try to recieve forgiveness. I will never give it. She knew that it would be better to await Sept and allow him to be involved, but Altair could hardly abide by the disloyal mare.

[whitey]

vivian ignored altairs anger, she had a perfectly good reason to be afraid of the coyotes large pack or not....she whickered lightly to herself about being scared and creased her lobes back at the words that altair shot at her...she did not seek forgiveness she didn't even seek the herd if she did she would go to it...but not likely unless sept had some errand for her....she nodded to altairs fury but was not phased by it at all she widened her nares in annoyance and pinned her harks flat...she rimmed her eyes in white to show she wasn't going to fall for any anger remarks..." I do not seek forgiveness mare!!" she snapped sharply back....she had a reason for being annoyed and snapping....she twitched her plume and raised it as she did her crown craning her nape she tensed her body and danced on winged limbs.. ready for any sort of attack...

[whitey]

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[Altair]

If you do not seek forgiveness, then you have no reason to be here. Leave. Altair said, her voice full of slicing tones. She was tense and angry beyond measure. The mere fact that Vivian had the audacity to return was infuriating. She had no reason... not right to be here. She was an intruder. This was her herd no longer. Sept was her stallion no more.

[whitey]

she snorted rudely and trotted off flickering her tail in altairs face she broke into a gallop and sped away to go find argo she had something speak with him about...she hated altair she had once tried to be friends but the mare was to snippy to oblige...if she wanted to play that way then she would play that way, but she knew that fighting in a community wasn't the right thing to do but obviously altair wasn't special enough to know that...she didn't bother to answer as she sped away...the wench wouldn't dare follow her...if so vivian would leave her in the dust!!!

[Altair]

Altair turned and did not waste her time watching the mare leave. The next time she spotted this mare in Astarte the mare would leave once more, seriously injured. A half-smirk found her features, she highly doubted this mare would find a herd. Good riddance and relief flooded Altair. May she find herself in a forest of thorn bushes on the way. Altair laughed at the thought and resumed her light-hearted self. She trotted lazily away with her tail and head held high. If you leave Astarte once, there is no coming back unless it was for a good reason. She did troubled herself with Vivian no more, and whenever she thought of the mare Altair always laughed. Such a foolish mare.

[September ‡]

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