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[jaime]

the mare walks thru after leaving the matriarchs....she feels a bit nervous of her surroundings...she paws the ground and snorts...she walks further in to the land and finds fress clean grass to eat..as she eats a noise from behind her startles her... Who's there? she asks with an attitude...even though she has never fought any other being before..if needed she would now!

[RiverRun]

The royal queen fled from her rulers side momentarilly. Noticing a doe straying into the lands of Joining without a bronc. Series of angered tones flourished from her vocals. Brief sentences spat rudely at the wench before her. Appearing admists the wind. Whispers surrounded the fellow banshee in a rythm.

Leave! Go! Broncs be drivin mad at the scent of one in the lands of Joining. You will be hurt if you do not leave soon. Unless this is truely what you want. To be hurt. Beaten. Scared for life. Your desicion.

And alas, with the whispers of the winds. The trails of the minx vanished. Any signs diminished. No one could have known she was here. No one but the fae that she had forewarned. Leave...

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[jaime]

the mare heard a voice in the winds..when she looked up she saw the form of another mare...she listened as the horse spoke.. what or should i say who was that?! the fae lowered her head as the voice boomed adn told her to leave this land...should she stay or go? surely a brute wouldn't harm her that way...she didn't deserve that! we sahll find out! i refuse to leave until i am full and am up to going back to the matriarchs.... the dow then continued to munch lazily on the grasses in front of her...the wetness of them tickling her nostrils...the taste of them arousing her tastebuds...she loved this grass it was so devine!