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  1. Niilavin flinches from the bap between his ears. His claws dig in to the road but soon pull back as he relented. “[My actions are justified… But Fine, I will stand… them being here. But I will not tolerate such dregs within are home Master.]” He says looking away from the mutts, he’d not dignify them with his look. “[I can’t help but pick up on the fact I seem to be rare… Its making me worry master. I can’t be the last can I?]” He asked with a hint of worry as he did fear this. It seems absurd that he’d be the last one but yet… its been a vary long time.
  2. The cow flicks an ear as the sword slammed into a wall behind her, eyes not moving from her target as that faint smile holds. She leans her head side to side as the dog talks, than makes a bored snorting sound and waves at him to move it along. Everyone has to talk in combat… With him done she readies herself. Watching him rush her she easily picked up on him going for a haymaker. To easy, its as if he was slinging all of his body. He’d know better than to do that, she’d easy nail him in chest and parry the blow. So she leaps back and went on the defenses, well she will land no hits it allowed her time to react to the faint and back out from the follow up blow. He’d be ready for her follow up so did not, instead she stayed on the defense to study him more. She did enjoy that he switched too hoof… well, paw combat? It earned some respect from her.
  3. “[Why do you think I am impressed at what you have done master? I did not say you must be like my old one. You played the game smarter and so did the twin queens. There are no equals but you made them believe it so.]” Niilavin says back. “[Something I am taking to heart, if I ever gain freedom I use this system… it seems to work well. The twin queens, if they are old as you told me, lasted so long using it.]” He flicked his ears, looking at the mutt talking more and waving some book at him… what was that even and how dare this dog wave it in his face? With a rather agitated hiss he raised a paw up smacked the book out of the dogs hand well he was distracted. “[Why do you allow such mutts to speak to me master!? Or allow one being a skin changer! Hostile or not, I will not let such vermen speak to me and flint papers under my nose.]” his words had a angry cat like hiss to them, cleary getting upset by growing bravery of the onlookers. Looking up at the roofs he spots the other dog… wonderfull. “[There are more of them? Uhg. Master, i deeply dislike how you will not allow me to hurt such things. But it is your will…]” He rolls his eyes but looked more at the odd dog… hold on… “[A world away and one of them is here? The mutt is from my land! Master, do tell him to go back, no need to follow my kin even more! Can us cats not have a land to are self?]” The big cat ruffeld it's wings and looks away, it's anger going way in to just sounding upset, allmost like a young colt not geting his way. "[And I will get much biger master, in time. I am young, but in time my power will grow and so will my size. One day I will be big as a pirde king... then I hope to be free.]"
  4. The cow snorted at the block but did not even try to move away from his follow up. Taking it on her chest plate she leans to the side, forcing it to glance left where she meets it with a raised leg. In one fast movement she traps it between her leg and chest, locking it down for just a moment as she reared up and delivered a hoof to the dogs frowning muzzle well pulling the blade closer to force him to let go or take a hit on the face for the price of pulling his blade free. For her part, she was smiling now.
  5. “[You call them equals yet we come first. They are not peasants yet they pay cash onto us for the honor of living in are land and to work. Workers. Even in the grand city we saw at the coastline… with buildings so tall. They lived in small homes. The powerful lived in the grand, the equals below them in small homes. Packed like fish in a net. Smaller towns looked not so different from my time. More colors, different buildings… but so similar. And here. The heart of it all… sitting above them all in keep of white and gold, towering over the land so small below sits the leaders. I see nothing equal but the belief they all are equals. And for that I have nothing to give but my utter respect.]” Niilavin speaks in a calm but powerful way, his words flowing one in to the other with wisdom. It is hard to know if he really was or if it was just the power of his race to sound like they knew best to play with the minds of others. Sniffing the air some more he gazed back down at the dog speaking to his master… magic was in the air. Leaning down he looked at the dog more close. “[Master, we have skin changers in are shadow. I recommend slaying one rat before it is five. They bring nothing but troubles and steal from my… Are land. Food. goods. Servents. Nothing more than a rat stealing grain but let to many live and you will have no grain to eat.]”
  6. The cow took the jab in stride, using the force of it to turn herself about to face him head on without one yelp of pain or discomfort. She’s felt far worse. She rolls her shoulders and gives him a small grin. He may not be worthless after all. But that a easy blow to handel, she’d been disappointed if he failed to handle to. But with no time to wast she dug her hoof in to dirt and mud and kicks it up at the dog but did not follow in to head on. even a blind foal and swing a sword about in front of him. So she rushed to his side and swings a hoof low at his legs. Cheap, dirty moves but she honestly did not care. She never was one to play fair.
  7. The cows ears flicked, her head turning to look at the approaching mutt. Turning about to face him she steps down from the bull, delivering one last kick to his face stopping his sad whimpering. She leans her head to one side, than the other as she looked at the mutt. A soft short leaves her nose at his name. Hogo-sha? Dressed like a weeb. Talking about wishing to meet someone with ‘skill’ and how he’s been doing this for a long time… She felt like vomiting. At least he was not fat, smelly and going ‘m’lady’ at her. He may be a real sword master. Maybe. She hopes he was, she wanted something fun. Rolling her shoulder blades she gave him a utterly dead look. No feelings to it at all with uncaring eyes. She’s found such looks tend to offset others, making them uneasy seeing a face so uncaring and unfeeling. It was nerve racking to many and helped mask what she was doing. Stepping closer she taps a for leg against his wooden blade, letting the black plate clank on it before backing up and spacing her hooves out for battle. One hoof tap. Two. three. And she was on him, rushing to his left in a spinning dash, lining her rare up to deliver a two hoof buck at his hip. It was a risky move but she was hoping her speed will take him by surprise. If he was worth his salt he’d block it or move. If not… well, she’d not waste to much time on a useless game.
  8. “Crystal? For real?” Was all the mare had to say about the dark crystals ripping out of the land. Her magic arched in to them with a thundering boom as crystal shattered in a hailstorm of fragments that clanged against her plate. But she had no time to flinch, spotting land parting as the next crystal jutted out she grabbed her platemial in magic, thunderling power rolled over it and warped some of the plates as she tossed her self to the side, rolling back on her hooves she leaps up and unleashed a fresh blast, one much stronger than the last. The thunderclap it unleashed was ear ringing as it dug in to the wall guarding Sombra. With a hailstorm of fragments it exploded over the wall as bolts of magic leap about peace to peace until they lanced in to the land. It was beautiful in a way, black crystal flying as white hot bullets of magic shimmered and zigzagged in the air from a blast so powerful it can rip a airship in half. At the heart of the storm was Tempest, her face twisted with rage and pain as magic ripped over her body like the heart of a thunderstorm. Relaxing her magic she made note of her senses, she can’t let him nail her from a blind angle when she was to focused on attacking.
  9. Hooves stomping to the drummer's beat, horns blaring and crowds screaming as steels clashed. The arenas of Saarvagerg were busy as ever as a larger crowd gathered around one of the smaller public arenas. It was a open arena, no real guidelines given. Just a free for all brawl zone to sort out troubles. That was until one cow arrived. For the past two hours she carved a path around the arena taking on everything in it with utter disregard for how many rushed her and yet she came out on top using nothing more than her hooves. The cheering was reaching deafening levels as she bucked a bull so hard he shot over the arena wall. All around her the deaten, many out cold or rolling in pain on the muddy floor. The cow was shorter than most caribou yet her strength bested many bulls bigger than her. Her frame mached her strength with clear muscle mass underneath her hide and fur that was ashy white. She had a black mane done up in a mohawk with purple highlights. Her eyes were a crisp ice blue with a long jagged scar over her right eye that looked like lighting built. She was wearing black platemail covered her more vital organs but left the rest wide open to cut down on weight in a “all or nothing” take on self defense. Her weapons were nothing more than her four hooves reinforced with some black steel to be used in blocking blows. Standing on top of a whimpering bull twice her size the cow looks up at the onlookers, grinning ear to ear. She was not even panting yet. Yet she did not speak. Not one word left her muzzle in all of the combat. She waves a hoof at the onlookers, than aimed it at her self, dearing more to come down and take her on as they chanted the name given to her by onlookers. Silent Lightning, given thanks to her face scar and utter lack of speaking. But this was no cow. She was tempest. Thanks to the magic of Masquerade and his one of a kind disguises she looked complenty like a caribou even up close. The custom outfit cost so much she had to lone Bits from Ice just to pay for it! AND was going to need to do some… ‘work’ for Masquerade on top of it. But it was all worth it. The magic and skill in its making masked her flawlessly. She was for all it was worth a full blooded caribou when inside of it. But one thing it can’t mask was her accent and lack luster understanding of the caribou language. Well she had what she needed too get by and understand most things speaking it was another story. So to cover her flank she pretend to be mute and let her acts speak for her. ((This RP contants tempest in a magic disguse bult by Masquerade, as such she looks like a female caribou. If you don't know about Masquerade or his costumes read his app! it's vary usefull. The only thing that knows tempest is here or owns that costume is Ice her self.))
  10. Niilavin walked down the street with his head held up and ears pricked. He was much taller than everypony around him yet he was not even close too fully grown. By his races standards he was rather young but he held himself to much more demanding standards than to act like some kitten. He wasn't after all. Swaying his tail side to side he gazed down at the peasants before him, gasping in shock and awe. It made his pride swell even more as he did his best to hold his chest out and show off just how strong and powerful he was as his muscles move and fixed underneath his hide. He was nothing short of a show off, something his new master seemed to enjoy much to his own enjoyment. “[Look at them Master, they look on to us with such wonder! Fitting of such dregs is it not? We are as undeliverable and wonderful as the gods there self walking amongst theme.]” Niilavin says with a sharp grin, to all on-lookers his words were utter gibberish. An ancient language known only to the most learned scholars of history. Yet his master Blue understands every word of it clear and easily. Something that may be for the best given Niilavins attitude to just about everything that was not his master or himself. His superiority complex put the one Blue use too be known for too shame. But it made Blue all the better to be the one to help the cat learn how to live in this new age as his new master understands such complexes better than most. “[But given your power to change master… God is fiting in some ways.]” Niilavin added with rolling of his powerful shoulders. He’s yet to fully understand how his master changed… genders like he did. Blue did try to explain it but even with that it was hard for the cat to get his paws around the concept so easily. Something seemingly so fixed, appointed at birth to death, yet there it was. Changed and broken like a new outfit. In his eyes it only proved how peorfull his new master must be to so easily break something like that and wave it off as something so trivial. Sniffing the air the big cat tossed a gaze down at something most odd. A dog? All dressed up and walking about? How odd. More odd was his smell. Something magic was in the air about that dog, he just can’t put his paw on what. [“And now mutts dress up and speak. This age is already disappointing me.”]
  11. Lightning watched the head zip away just out of her reach, she clocked its speed and saved it before her front legs hit land, dirt blasted out from the impact and before her rare legs were down she pushed back up, wings beating as they took her back into the sky with a trail of dirt following her front legs as the gravity fields disengaged. She took note of the shadow like tendrils rushing for her and without fan fire locked on with her guns and opened fire to push them back as she switched targets fast as they were showing. Spinning and rolling about in the sky to get her guns where they needed to be. It was keeping her busy but nothing was getting close yet to get hold of the mare. But the sky had other plans. Flashing warnings blinked before her eyes as her sensors played out the fast changing weather pattern. A tornado. In a city? Mapping out the funnel LD dove down, swings closed to her sides as landed, gravity locks in her legs kicked on and a shield flicked in to life as she hunkers down against the ground as debris started to hit her shield like rain…. As the tornado died down she stands up and looks around, confused as to how or why that happened but uttery unmoved by it as the gravy locks switch off and her shield shuts down. What a waste of power that was, she’d need some down time to recharge it. Looking over at the parks lake she saw the mare from before standing there. Did she do that? She wanted to join? So be it. LD started to walk to the lake as her voice boomed. “Crime detected! Assault on Enforcer! Consulting corporate judicial… ERROR! Connection failure!” LD winced and takes a few steps back as her eyes shut, walls of text flying past her eyes as a hard reset kicked in too try again. “Consulting corporate judicial… ERROR! Connection fa-PRIORITY OVERRIDE! Offender sentenced to death! Immediate application of capital punishment!” She screamed out as tears fall down her cheeks. What was she crying about? She did not remember. With a flap of her wings the mare takers to the sky and takes aim at Hexxer and the new mare joining the battle.
  12. I will be gone from the 25th to the 29th! see y'all then!

  13. Nilaavin leans his head to one side as Basira talks. Than chuckles gently before speaking. “So ends the never ending pharaohs. Now stands sultans. How long before one stands where you do, looking at the sultans as you do the pharaohs? I wonder if I may yet see that as well.” He says with grin before looking down at his master. “I am most welcome to this change I feel. So much more to see and none I dreamed of… And wise to treat me well master. Should you loss that necklace somehow a wise will not end up as my next meal.” He licks his lips to make that point very clear what fate may befall his master if he’s treated bad. “And such changes… will be welcome. Green lands… forests. A rare treat here but common as are rock and sand for you? Yes I do wish to see such lands. Pray must be common and easy to hunt.” The sphinx smiles as he looked away from them both to the sky, one paw moving too the golden band over neck. He rubs it gently but did not frawn. “Times moves, kings fall. All things change. So does my fate and I eagerly wish to see where this ship takes me now.”
  14. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite unless you do.” She says stepping closer as her unstable magic pops and sparks from her horn. “But honestly, I hope you do.” With that she charges him, moving with energy and speed even in platemail as her horn scrames in to life like the call of a thunderstorm. The energy flows over her body and platemail in a storm of electrical discharge. It did hurt. It hurt a lot to even use magic. But the pain was its own power for her. From it she put rage in to her magic and force of will. It was a feedback loop not for the fate of heart but it allowed her unleash magic that was as strong as the mare behide it. As she pushed closer it builds up around her horn before unleashing with a thunderclap a jagged beam of magic racing for it's target. Its movement was chaotic as it was fast, much like a thunderbolt seeking land.
  15. Tempest keeps looking down at the ship under works. Her tail flicking with irritation as she hears what they had to say. At least Sombra sided with her. But Ice was having none of it. “Fine. puppys it is. Follow along if you must and drag Sombra as well. Let's to hear what I have too say. Not like I was there leader for years or something. Whatever.” She rolls her shoulders and looks back at them with face full of barely controlled disgust. “But I believe my part in this is done unless you must keep me for teatime. I need to get back to training the fodder.”
  16. Tempest was not the least shocked by all the fussing and crying her remarks got from others. The most useful pony in this room was Ice and had no reason outside of a deal made between them too trust her. A feeling Tempest knew must go both ways for now. She just rolls her eyes and looks at Ice. “I can tell you why they’d not kill me. They are not stupid. Do you think they followed me so easy do to the word of a king? No. I was a pony. A soft… stupid… pony. And I made them learn how wrong they were and made the others watch every last moment of it. Every time one of them spoke against me, showed a hint of falling short I made it clear how I felt about it. They’d not raise one paw against me out of fear and i’d welcome the first one to so much as mutter something against me.” She grins as she says that. “If they forgot my discipline so soon they’d need me to remind them all. But if you must follow me along like a puppy with trust issues so be it. But only you Ice. All others can stay behind, they are all potty trained and can live without us for a few hours.” she snorts. “At least I hope so.” With that she turns about and walks back to the railing, having nothing more to add.
  17. The rest of the driveling waste of time they talked about can be done later, Tempest's focuses was fully on her new objective. “An artifact hunt? Well I am no slunch at such things… I did plenty of that in services to my ex-king. He loved such things and did teach me some tricks as well… like never use something unless you know fully what it will do to you in payment, So don’t worry about me even thinking about wearing it. Hate to be your test goat for such a thing.” She stands up, stretching almost like a cat before rolling her shoulders. “I will have it before a year is out and that is the most extreme time table, it will shorten dramatically as I track down leads and info on it but until I do that’s the best I can say. And don’t worry on subtlety, I sneaked a warfleet on top of canterlot itself. Keeping myself out of view is foals play.” She turns away from Sombra and flicks her tail at him, looking off in to the woods. “And I think I know just where to start.” She mutters as magical electricity sparks and pours from her broken horn and rolls over her body in a lightning crackle of power. It reaches out to a tree, warping over the wood as smokes and burns before the tree rips apart in a shower of splitters and flames. “But first… I’d like a round of sparring. First blood. Nothing on the table to be won or lost."
  18. “At least Saddlelon still stands.” Nilaavin says with a waving of his paw in a rather dismissing manner as he keeps sunbathing. “Even if Ubar was my favorite city. They cared to my kin rather well and found us as its guards do to that. Even had grand baths for us to relax as an army of servants saw to are needs. Wonderful city to visit thanks to that, even if I did not wish to live in it.” He glances down as he felt Bluebelle touching his body, brave thing. He was not distracted long as he chews over the last thing the Basira told him. “That is… a long time. I’d not have lived that long without being in stone. Even if we far outlive your tiny race that is no small amount of time. Even to us. If I was alive i’d be very old.” Looking back at his master he shrugs. “I never heard of this ‘Equestria’ master, so i’d believe so… I will be happy to have you guide me and see what has changed. I believe the saying is… ‘fish out of the sea’ for where I sit today. What is the name this lands Pharoah today?”
  19. “Bold of you to presume I’d be so foolish as to believe you’d ever be obedient to me at all. You know nothing of what I can do. I am nothing like dregs of society you have known to infect this land. And wave away the loss all you want, it will not change where we stand.” Tempest says back, her tone as uncaring as ever as her eyes stay locked with his. Her willpower made clear in how unflinching she was to his words. “And may be judging me? Cute. I know they are and so is the rest of this land. They look at me with worried eyes as much as they do to you. We are both monsters in are own ways. If they did not look at me as such… they’d be foolish.” Now… She giggles. Gently at first before she was laughing hard and strong. “Ohhh, courting Princess Celestia? Do save the fancy talk for nobels. You are trying to get underneath her tail and she’s not smacked you down? You make it sound as if you have hope… what is all the more fun as that means she is letting you try. Celestia, playing with a pony like you…” She had to stop talking for an other burst of laughing. “Future king of Equestria as well? What a time to be alive! Maybe this land is not hopeless yet. Maybe yet it can be saved and given a spine!” She pulls herself up, walking back and forth she relaxed her self. “But such fun fancy's aside, I walk free out of luck and skill. I bowed my head only to save my tail. But they did not change my mind nore did they sing some song about friendship and magic and blasted the darkness from me. No. My king betrayed me and in doing so tossed his victory away. Twi, for whatever reason saved me. Something about friendship. I do owe her my life and for that she has my thanks. So I played along and walked free…” She chuckles, no need to tell him her plans. Yet. Finly he got to what she wanted… Dark Magic. “Do not waste more of my time firing off how dangerous it is.” She snaps back as he speaks to her like some filly in school. Now the price was… well… “What in the #$@$% is the Alicorn Amulet? And more so, WHERE is it?” She says back walking closer to him with a smug grin. “Details. The more the better.”
  20. Tempests took some mental note to whatever Ice was saying about training. Blah blah don’t go to hard or something. If they not fit for combat they are only fit for low laber of course. Ice did not need to tell her that. And something about play? Whatever. She just looked over the keel, playing out how the rest will look in her head… Standing on top, air blowing in her mane as enages roar and spoke bleaches in to the sky from its eagnes. Beautiful. Only thing more Beautiful will be watching its big guns destroy a city. Oh how wonderful it will be. Flicking her ears Tempests looks over her shoulder as Ice goes on some big speech. Cute. something something, doing good, something something saving Equestria and keeping it safe. Tempest almost rolled her eyes but did not, with Luna in next to them she may as well look like she cared about this land. Now that it was on the real topic she moves away from the railing and joins the gathering. It was… less than what she wanted. She malls it over in her head and speaks up. “I respectfully disagree on how you wish to do this Ma’am.” Tempest walks closer to Ice as she spoke. “The forces that inhabit it are MY forces… The closest one to us was part of my staging grounds. The arms and troops inside of it are well known to me as I am their leader. As such I’d like to be sent in first and alone. I can talk to them and make the gourds stand down. That way we can do all of this in a peaceful manner and maybe I can gain back some of my forces.” She shoots Luna a glance, she hated how they striped her of so much. Even if they did let her walk free she wanted back what was hers… “Moving in force will only make them fire on us. The fort is will armed with cannons… breech loading cannons. Far better then the muzzle loaders still heavy used by ‘soldiers’ of Equestria and it’s naves. Whatever ships Luna has will be outclassed and shot out of the air. They may not even know the king passed. As such they’d be more welcoming to me as I AM there leader… The head of the this armoriey was hoof picked by me from my own honor guard. If I told him to stand down he’d do so. If you are so worried you can pull a rare guard and come crashing in if I do not report back in a given time.” Tempest rolls her shoulders and aimes a hoof at Luna. “But having her at all in this is wasteful. I need not her ships, troops or help. She’d only make things worse. If they think she has taken me hostage they will open fire to save me. The best outcome is letting me go alone… or if Luna will allow me take command over the storm guard in are lands that are still loyal to me. That can give us the best outcome for this. You are all about stopping blood shed are you not Luna?” She smirks like a wolf. “Last thing we need is more lives lost in the name of a peaceful princess.”
  21. Tempest did not flinch as he moves closer, his words growled like some wolf. In fact she stands up and moved closer as the two meet nose to nose as she snarled just as much as he talked. “I do believe a pink mare with a shipping fetish sites down on your throne. How long you withheld such pleasantry as a clean victory too them hardly matters in the fact you now work for me and Ice underneath the two mares that battled you. Its losing by any other name.” As he backed away from her she did the same, laying back down. “And in truth, I was never one to be queen. I’d have given that to some pony more fitting of the task as I acted overlord.” She waved a hoof. “But such talk is pointless. We both lost in the end one way or another. Trying to lay down a bigger yellow river gains us nothing.” “As for what you say… Being clever and predicting the moves my enemies is something I am very skilled in. like I told you… in a day all of canterlot was in chains and before a week this land was crushed underneath my blow. You can ask celestia herself how I bested her… Luna… that pink mare with a dreadful name in just a few moments. It was checkmate in one move. At least almost. Twi was a deep pain in my flank for a few days. But even she was out moved, out played and tossed in a cage.” She smirks. “What I need is the raw power to win if my plans fail. To overpower whatever betrays me. I care not for some cost to my soul or other such foalish beliefs that follow that line of thinking. I have heard well the corruption of such magic.” She snorts. “A small price to pay for the power it gives and only the weekist willed can fall to something so petty. So let's cut to just that… Dark Magic. Name. The. Price.”
  22. “As long as it's not a dramatic sob story. I’d rather not start a much of us one upping the other in how dreadful are life was.” Tempest says slowly pacing back and forth. “And of course the books will be overflowing details that are made up, wrong and painted the other side as better. The winner makes the book after all… Trust me I know. I helped make some doing just that for my old king. Even if some parts were no lie at all about how talented he was with leading armies. Shame he was not as gifted with understanding how bad a move it may be to stab his most powerful commander in the back.” She spoke the last lines with a feral snarl to her words. Rolling her shoulders the mare steps closer to the king, her eyes narrowing. “But what I know and believe in is power. And you had power… Even if you did lose to the very sisters I crushed underhoof in hardly five minutes. The captel? Less than a day. In less than a week I won the war. I did not lose but I was betrayed. I’d have won that if I was even stronger. If I had the magic you hold… than I’d be queen today. As such the one thing I do care about is that magic. How good, loving and grand a king you really may have been? That’s one thousand years late pragmatism. But if you demand that be the price, so be it. I will hold onto every word with baited breath.” With a wave of her hoof she lays down, crossing her front legs. “I got all day to hear every last detail you feel is worth shoving down my ears.”
  23. Tempest tossed a glance at Luna. She was… less than trusting of the sisters. Well they have allowed her to go free she can’t help but feel they saw her as some other pawn. A risky game to play. ‘Only a cat of a different coat’ as they say. But she will play along for now. But Sombra was… different. She watched him make his way to them. He was bleeding with power and she has seen his name in many a obok. But in the flesh… Was rather handsome. Strong. Deadly. She liked him. Well she did outrank him, she held much respect for him. “Vice Admiral Sombre, wellcome.” she says with faint nod out of sed respect. Looking too Ice she smirks like a wolf. “And thank you for believing in me. Before long you will have the best army in all the lands if I keep at it. Hard as it has been so far. But nothing worth doing is easy.” She says back to ice. “And soon as it flies… oh trust me, I will live for the moment you let me off the chain and when I am even dragons will learn how low they must bow.” She follows ice past the door on to the balcony. Tempest almost shaved Ice out of the way as she rushed to the rails and looks down. Well it was nothing much to look at yet, this was the start of her new beloved ship! She was almost shaking with excitement at the size of the keel. Oh it will be a beast! A real worship of the skys. She was so excited it made a short giggel of joy leave her muzzle. “Glorious. Just glorious.” She hums.
  24. Her arrival was nothing short of exploseove. With a thunderclap a timberwolf is sent flying out from the woods in a storm of magic lighting before the poor beast exploded in flaming splinters. Two more run out from the woods, both failed too get far before an ark of lighting exploded from the tree line, everything in its path bursting in to flames as the two wood monsters do the same before exploring. Stepping out from the bush line Tempest was decked out, head to hooves in heavy black plate armor that was alive with shimmering sparks of electricity. The mare looked at the flaming remains of a timberwolf and let out an bored snort. “And I was told the everfree was dangerous. Most fun I had was manticore and the thing ran from me.” She pulled her eyes up to the stallion resting before her. “But he did make me late sadly. I’m glad you made it, this is hardly the most charming of places to talk but I do not wish others to overhear why I asked for this.” Walking closer she eyed the stallion up. He was handsome and hit the marks she liked. But this meeting had nothing too do with his body. “I will save us both time and get to what I want. Train me in dark magic. In turn I will be called for favors. So long as they are reasonable given my and your rank and without drawing to much suspicion. You may be a king, but you have no crown. For now. We are both hardly trusted by the powers to be. I can not blame them. I hope you have taken time to know something about me as I have learned about you. Plenty of books on it in fact.” She grins, it was smug in how confident she walked and spoke. Yet all of it was given with power to back it. “What say you? What can I do or give to make you teach me.”
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