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There was something about a storm that the dark horse admired, even now as it grew in violent behavior. Lighting was a constant strobe light flicker illuminating the darkest of shadows..Except for one path. Delahaye's brown gaze curiously studied the dark tunnel. Her large ebony painted figure shifted facing the pitchless path, blood red tail swishing brushing her flanks with a feather light touch.
She'd made up her mind to tread the path untouched by light when something interrupted her. There was a loud crackle as the lighting shot down like a mighty spear burning the earth below it. Delahaye ripped her head to the side facing the scorched mark in the fields center, static tore over her body making the mare stomp her hoof. Thunder rattled every bone in her body, quaking the earth below.
But something more annoying than the static air ruffling her hairs was approaching. Delahaye's ears pinned back, head shaking in clear display on aggravation. Still the inky female kept coming, confident in her steps unlike the other mares around the field who darted in fear.
The closer she came the more the blood manned maiden grew in frustrations. Delahaye inhaled deeply letting out a loud snort, shaking her head at the mare, upper lip peeling back to flash her ivories. "Really? I hadn't noticed." Her voice was bland, large browns rolling inside her skull. "What do you want?" She snapped, thoroughly annoyed by her being here.
"I am Zaravich from the Dale, come back with me to my kingdom. You don't have to stay, you will be safe until the storm passes." Delahaye lifted her head, ears rotating backwards to lay flat against her crown as she shook her head. "I can protect myself." She snapped, a dry ice laugh worked off her tongue. This lass was hurrying quickly to her doom.
There was a long pause between her words. Delahaye was thinking. The mare knew of the kingdoms, and that each represented a side yet, until now she'd taken zero intrest on any of them. "The Dale, what is it like?" Curiosity won over her aggression, saving the strange mare from the impending attack. Rain started to fall. First a heavy drizzle and then a thick downpour, quickly soaking the mares to the bone.
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@[Zaravich]
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