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< from her shrouded perch within the calignious brambles that concealed her silver frame, she stood, hind cocked, drifting off into thought about this newcomer. ah, trouble she was in, and the new one most likely new. ooids traced the slung blades before meeting an opening, observing the two and the ebon whom swarmed around the new being. hmm, how to react, how to react. i guess its time for me to come out of my shell >

< immediately, pistons began to churn in advancing peregrination. gyrating scythes continuously leave their humble signature within the gaurded topography, a habit so long carried that she gave up on attempting to leave no trace at all. feathered hocks remain thickly covered in the adobe mud that was created once the rains subsided, her pelt somewhat speckled with the substance, although she refused to lay down in it, it still somehow found its petty way upon her. ooids bore with an untameable fire, and she just stared upon this one whom she was to confront, focusing on none other than her. she didnt care about alibi at the moment,she didnt give a rats ass about dare devil at the time, and she could get back to blacky later. tangled chords snapped at feathered hocks, striding slowly along the labyrinthic course that led from her abysmalic canopy. mane tendrils rippled energetically against nape, their chimed hymns fading off in an eerie manner of fear. beneath the vivid picturesque coat of dappled grey slithered a puzzle of its own in vibrous tendons, whom constricted as if preparing to allow the equine to pounce upon this erratic. but no, she would take this like she always did; face to face >

< taking her leisure time soon allowed her several minutes later to arrive at the scene. vines somewhat arched against pallid hindquarters, as whiskered maw collected closer to muscular chest. enamels began to grind in a former warning behind their curtain of fleshed labia, pinnacles rotating within their own sea of locks, before drowning amongst it, pinning to their axis. vision was somewhat blocked, but the fire that played in her eyes was inevitable, and thus the draped forelock seemed to pull from vision like a curtain on a stage, revealing behind one aubern, and one skyblue. that critical skyblue eye, it made her seem more... eerie, did it not? weaving her way between alibi and the one dare devil, she feared not of what either one of them would do, if anything, and offers a brief nod of acknowledgement, before moving to stand face-to-face with the other >

< the critical eyes poured into her own, sculpted crown ascending rapidly to hover above her own. her stance became even more tense, proving to the enigma that if she did do something that pissed her off, immediately that tension would release and she would make sure she would be sorry for the unthought act. in her silent state, she allowed her eyes to drift about the mare, observing her even more critically than before. she said nothing, and she showed nothing but a dominating stance afront the others. the battle-sought bloodlust returned as a mere tingle beneath tongue, biting it irritably to sooth it, and somewhat succeeding, her attention returned to this erratic. her vision remained harshly upon her own, a smirk slithering upon silent features, speaking with immediate harshness as well as amusement, her gaze remaining focused upon the newbie, but being offered to the girls >

< now girls, blacky is right. we dont want to scare her way; that is no way at all to treat a guest. perhaps you are right, dare devil. once she goes up, up, and away, she will turn against us. but you know? we have more against her, than she does against us. how many girls do we have? and then one of her. so if that does perhaps happen, guess what? blacky will be scraping her remains off the ground, which isnt too pleasant. he is not anybodys maid, and certainly not yours. >

< glancing back to stare upon them, an enigmatic smile danced over macabre, before pulling back to a sneer as she looked back to erratic. she awaited a retort, a retort that would either pull a trigger, or cause her to speak. choose wisely, dear friend, im a gun just waiting to go off >