incurring my wrath ― diego

[skibbereenfarms]

ASTRID
―the valiant

If she had known how far from Orut she had been, perhaps the mare would have turned back by now. She was somewhat annoyed by the amount of curiosity bubbling within her at the moment, but she could distinctly recall as a child that she had never been allowed to travel this far away from where her family resided. It was almost as if she were a stupid, ignorant filly again, and Astrid absolutely despised that pitiful child. It was exactly why she had grown to be the hard-headed mare she was today. At least now she could enjoy what she saw in her own reflection.

The familiar smells of Orut began to dissipate as the new ones of Arcarian began to fill the atmosphere. Astrid payed no heed to these changes, allowing her own ignorance to pilot her. To be fair, the lines between the two territories hadn't exactly been laid out, though it was sort of obvious to see that the misty mountains of Orut had practically disappeared. The mare had soon found that the curiosity that drove her here had faded, and now she was wandering aimlessly. Idiot. Astrid stopped in her tracks and looked around, not recognizing any of the foliage around her. She would've just gone back if she hadn't made so many twists and turns around trees and things. She was lost.

Astrid exhaled, cursing. The air was frigid, chilly enough for one to see the breath rising from her nostrils. Quite a lot seemed to be streaming from them. The mare gave another look around, deciding that she should at least try to find her way back. She spun herself around, facing the direction she came, and subsequently began heading back to Orut. That is, if she was able to find her way before something else caught her attention.

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[rhianna4554]

Diego

King of Arcarian Range[/center]

It was pleasant to feel the icy air pass through my lungs again. Sure it was uncomfortable for now since I had been gone for so long but I could take some grim satisfaction from it since I was back. Back for damn good. Now I had claimed my home back there had been little desire to explore outside of Arcarian…little desire to leave and risk having another come and snatch my achievement away from me. My ghosts would probably be dancing in their grave if I lost this place. I did take my time however to revisit every inch of Arcarian even the sacred Staph Peak which posed a challenge. I wasn’t one to back down however and just to shun my past ghosts even more I made it to the top. The achievement only reaffirmed the belief that they had been wrong and Acarian was meant to be mine. It should have belonged to my family a god damn long time ago.

My ancestors had always known to survive here…how to make the best of our resources. Take Yepal River for example. Yes it froze over two thirds of the year but that didn’t mean you could not break the ice after a good several rears. Most of them too had been leaders both sharp minded and diligent always aware of every activity going on with in their lands. They had been fierce warrior like creatures leading a thriving herd. There always had to be one rotten egg in the bloodline however it seemed. Ten generation back and my family had lost all it worked for…the bloodline that had seemed to be so strong had failed. Arcarian had been taken from us then and it had never been reclaimed instead our noble family had been forced to live under another’s rein. The only attempt to take it back had been three years ago and the result had been the slaughter of my family…the near exhilaration of my bloodline. I had survived and it was me now who had claimed Arcarian back. It would be me who once more raised my bloodlines from the ashes.

The thought was abandoned by a scent one that I had never smelled before. That alone had my attention but it was the fact that it was a mare that had my senses so focused. Apparently building my bloodlines could possibly start happening sooner than expected. A flick of my tail and I was off hindquarters quickly propelling me into a canter for I was too keyed up to go any slower. Not when this mare could possibly escape from my clutches. I was careful when tracking the scent every sense I had devoted to finding tis intruder which meant it didn’t take me long to spot her. The problem was she was now heading for my border and I could not allow that. Simply to gain her attention I released a brief call as I closed the distance my strides shortening when required as I drew closer. She was a pretty little thing I noted one possibly worth keeping to carry on my bloodlines.

[skibbereenfarms]

ASTRID
―the valiant

Astrid kept along quietly, her hoofbeats barely pummeling the ground as she trotted. The mare looked for any recognizable piece of terrain that could help lead her back to the border, but so far it seemed that everything looked the same. How did anyone get around in a place such as this? She tried looking ahead to see if she could spot those familiar mountains, but the expanse seemed to merge together into one confusing mound of rock. Frustrated, the mare gave a snort and continued moving along, only slowing somewhat when another's presence came to her attention.

Were she a more gentler being, Astrid most likely would have paused at the sound of another calling to her. However, she was in no mood to chat. She never really was anyway, but the fact that she had gotten herself lost made her far more bitter than usual. She only awarded the other with a glance back; it was all she needed to determine what she'd be up against, should he continue pursuing her. The mare knew almost immediately that she did not like what she saw. Rarely did a stallion approach her and not wish to keep her, as if she were some sort of prize to be won. No doubt she was desirable, but that did not mean someone could take her just because she was not in power.

Now with an imbecile on her tail, Astrid took the opportunity to quicken her pace, nearly overcoming his own with a quick canter. The mare would've had no problem getting away had she been in a more familiar territory. This one had many twists and turns which were still rather mysterious to her, and while she was attempting to carefully calculate where each move would lead her, it was still rather difficult. For a moment, she thought she spotted a boulder which she'd recognized, and so she pulled a hard left, almost sure she was headed in the correct direction.

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