In the heart of the ruins, life crept it's way from the depths to congregate here, bringing a sense of light in the melancholy sediment. The hue of the air is nearly blue, painting the nights atmosphere beneath the starlit sky. It would be peaceful to her, if not for the stranger. Not that the dark mare generates discomfort, but more of an awareness, creating the subtleties of alertness to appear inside golden eyes. Despite this, Famkee remains virtually uninterested, that is until the creature decides to respond with a mocked chuckle, her words threatening but in a way the unicorn has heard before, too many times. In a twisted sort of way, this excites her. She greets the shadow dancer with a grin of her own, pulling at the corners of her lips with a vexing scorn. Ah, if only she knew.
"You underestimate," a brief pause lingers from her throat as swirling snake like light ignites, slithering up the serrations of her horn, traveling to the depths of her eyes, blazing in its intensity. As if the sun peeks it's face over the horizon, invoking dawn in their little piece of darkness. "always the first mistake." Spiteful, yet out of respect for the both of them, the unicorn mirrors her body language, but matching the challenge inside venomous words. Though she isn't particularly searching for a quarrel, the soldier was always ready. She can feel the age old thirst begin to boil her blood, what a delightful sensation, it chewed at her bones, begging to be set free.
It's not long before another presence lingers, she can sense it, borderline tasting the hesitance wafting through the night. Sparing a glance in the perceived direction, her senses do not betray her, nor is she greatly alarmed by the next stranger. A clumsy one at that, the falling stones return to the rubble to which they came in his attempt to unsuccessfully sneak by. She sees why fairly quickly; adolescence. "Perhaps you should take some lessons on sneaking." Though directed at the young stallion, her gaze cuts back to the black mare, then returning to the colt, splayed from his tumble as an amused grin curves her mouth quietly. The strange mare doesn't take lightly of the situation, spitting in the face of his mistake. "It seems the ruins bring quite the crowd." Annoyingly so. The amusement carries through her voice, though a soft pinch furrows her brow in a feigned attempt at concern. "Are you alright?" She asks him, lowering her gaze to observe the scrapes the rocks had torn at his flesh.
"You underestimate," a brief pause lingers from her throat as swirling snake like light ignites, slithering up the serrations of her horn, traveling to the depths of her eyes, blazing in its intensity. As if the sun peeks it's face over the horizon, invoking dawn in their little piece of darkness. "always the first mistake." Spiteful, yet out of respect for the both of them, the unicorn mirrors her body language, but matching the challenge inside venomous words. Though she isn't particularly searching for a quarrel, the soldier was always ready. She can feel the age old thirst begin to boil her blood, what a delightful sensation, it chewed at her bones, begging to be set free.
It's not long before another presence lingers, she can sense it, borderline tasting the hesitance wafting through the night. Sparing a glance in the perceived direction, her senses do not betray her, nor is she greatly alarmed by the next stranger. A clumsy one at that, the falling stones return to the rubble to which they came in his attempt to unsuccessfully sneak by. She sees why fairly quickly; adolescence. "Perhaps you should take some lessons on sneaking." Though directed at the young stallion, her gaze cuts back to the black mare, then returning to the colt, splayed from his tumble as an amused grin curves her mouth quietly. The strange mare doesn't take lightly of the situation, spitting in the face of his mistake. "It seems the ruins bring quite the crowd." Annoyingly so. The amusement carries through her voice, though a soft pinch furrows her brow in a feigned attempt at concern. "Are you alright?" She asks him, lowering her gaze to observe the scrapes the rocks had torn at his flesh.
Famkee
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Famkee [Fahm-key]