11-22-2015, 12:35 PM
To be honest, Kat had never understood the loyalty of the Kingdom goers. The eternal sufferage of another collective being's will. It seemed to her as if it were constant errands in the Field, retrieving parcels of new blood for masters that could care less about their subjects. It seemed odd to her that someone would pledge themselves to that kind of life, to the drama that it brought to the world, and its inhabitants. Constant mad babblings of war, treaties, and who's ass was the newest to be chapped by someone else. For what? To die, a forgotten blemish on the backside of Beqanna. Not that she could honestly talk...what had she done in her lifetime. Existed....that was hardly exemplary.
She watches with muted expression as the other mare clambers toward her on trembling legs, like a newborn babe...ironic...and offers a quiet, shaky hello. Kat's gaze is almost predatory for a moment, as she quells a desire to strike out with teeth and hooves, something she'd never been able to identify the origin of in herself, at the fearful thing before her. That vulnerability beckoned to her, igniting an odd flame that was so tempting to kindle....but no sooner did the contemplation cross her mind, she tucked it away. Mad woman, she was. She smiles, relaxing her features into something that at least resembled friendliness. Her moment of bloodlust forgotten like an odd burst of wind. "I'm Kat. Good to meet you." she offered amicably, forcing herself to ignore the weakness she saw in the posture before her. Weakness made her blood churn.
She had to try really hard not to be a psychotic nut. She hated when others made it difficult for her, but really...how were they supposed to know. So she straightens her shoulders and gets herself together...just barely. For a glimpse of a moment it is just the pair of them, and then that moment is over, and there are three. An odd gaited woman, impressive....sure of herself approaches. Kat sighs, relaxing as the strange beast in her head shrinks away...sinking in the corner and wimpering 'powerful'. Thank God. She didn't want an episode in the field. An odd accent pours from the winged woman's lips, taking Kat just a fraction of a second longer to decipher the words that accompany it. "I'm here for a new life...just like the rest of the wretches here." she offers with a good natured smirk. She's offered them nothing they don't already know.
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katastrophe
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