:My Twisted Thoughts:
:Wow. She's not bad. Too bad she hates me, and I have no heart to change that fact with:

:Stage Set:
:Pinnacles hover in a rather irritating way above vertex, incandescent pools displaying a tantalizingly perplexed attitude. Unlike the other, both rear scythes remain bearing weight of the rather diminitive enigma height-wise. Completely statuesque form is assumed, attempting in the best her cruel being can muster to be polite, domicile dipping in minor respect, although icy heart pounding desperately at the pain this caused her. Although she was wise-this mare was clearly larger by at least three hands :

:Hell’s Eruption:
:Well well well I have quite a reputation now? I came here expecting some rather dominant females, not a pack of wolves. Did I take a wrong turn?:

Cursed Erratic
Bound to no one
Outcast of the Black Lands
Allied or befriended to no one
Grudge against the world