An Uneventful Meeting...

Rosella

Wandering in the wind of vanity and naivety...in an endless cloud of unawareness. Who merely cared about intelligence though, when one had the most dazzling form of all the creatures on earth? Who bothered to revel in excellent leadership when one had everything else handed to them upon a silver platter? Everything, of course was handed to her, for she was superior to all. All that she touched was undeserving of that touch of the lovely ebony fae. Like a shadowed rose she was, reaching to the sunlight to strive in a kingdom of all her own. No one could possibly stop her from fulfilling her dreams.

Standing upon a tall ridge, she sang her song of freedom and of joy upon what she thought was a beautiful valley. Rearing and shrilly calling her call of ownership over the terrain, she knew that she was now the true queen. "This land is now mine. I name this undiscovered palace of mind the Floral Grassland," she said, loud enough for all to hear for miles. What a good queen she made.

Every stranger would visit the Floral Grassland, even though there was not a flower in sight for many a mile. The name simply just sprang to her like a vision from the gods - she just simply could not ignore it. From afar, she spotted a fae, rather large in stature trudging through the terrain as if destiny called her to the place where she would finally be. Perhaps, she was trying to challenge her for HER land? If so, the fae would have to leave immediately. "Get out of my land, trespasser! You don't look very nice. This is only a land of flowers and for those that love flowers," she said, tossing her dished skull violently.

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Armarria

It had been so many nights of travel that I thought my pillars were going to fall off - and I hoped they did. I was tired of walking. I mean, what if there was nothing actually here that was worth my while? Unlike the disgusting terrains before this one, the soil was barren and there were no trees. Really, I didn't know what to think. I wasn't even sure that there were any others in the land. If it was just me, maybe the rest of the world would just leave me alone - I really hated being bothered. Especially by those that weren't like me and didn't understand me. Most creatures seemed to live in a different world than me.

My harks pricked as I heard something in the far distance. Great...it seemed like I had indeed found some unfortunate soul that seemed to have ventured into the same terrain as I had just walked into. Wow...was all I could think when I heard her rear in the distance. Didn't she know? Us mares were not meant to lead - some even thought that we were not capable killers. Those were simply immature and uninformed.

"Tresspasser?" I asked, comically, nearly chuckling at her words. "I have no desire to take your place...but they might," I said, nearly dying of laughter as I looked to the hellions that were giving them bad looks from the distance. Clearly, the ivory ruler of the land was not impressed with us and our antics. I found her utterly disturbing and far to peppy to be around for long. I didn't even know if I could survive one day around her if she was the leader. Hell, I couldn't stand to spend one day around her if she was the poorest rank in the herd - she was so damn annoying.

Then she spoke again. "Did you know I was the most beautiful horse in the world?" she asked me, and I simply just shook my skull in disbelief. "No..." I murmured, ignoring her naive behaviors. She acted like a child. When..could the fae be tortured? Surely, there had to be someone here..

The Floral Grasslands? How pathetic. Though Hydrus had done nothing, Schnelldrache was already making his way toward them, powerful muscles rippling under his glorious chestnut coat. She was so vain and yet the other seemed to have some sense. He strode out towards them. “I am sorry, fae, but this land is already claimed by another. You have no right to claim this land, for it is called, Danger Gully.”

He circled around them both, taking them in. Sure he was not like them, but they would do just fine. “What are your names, you two lovely fillies?”

“Shut up! A vain selfish creature like you who seems to think everyone revolves around her is a pathetic excuse for a horse. Especially one who show no respect to her betters!” Schnelldrache hissed at the stupid littler mare, aiming a kick at her chest in irritation with his hard wet hooves. Hopefully she would have the sense to shut up now.

His eyes though looked at the heavier mare and he almost smiled. He was rather impressed by her indeed. “Greetings to you, Armarria, Schnelldrache I would be.” He eyed them both again. This was going to be interesting.

“You think you can tell me you’re not coming into my herd? Think again, fae, because in Danger Gully, which si where you currently stand by the way, mares have no say in the way they are treated!” He let the kick land, not even flinching before striking out with one leg and then grabbing her withers in his teeth. He lifted her from the ground and shook her roughly before dropping her again.

He turned to look at the other mare. “A spy you say… hmm… I’ll consider it,” he said. She had some brains at least.

He laughed as he watched the bigger mare bringing the squirming little pathetic mare back to him. Sneering down at the mare when she landed in a heap at his feet. “You think you have a say, dear one? Well, here is what I have to say on the matter.”

She wouldn’t get far before he was suddenly behind her, rearing up and forcing her to bear a foal. “You’d better prey for a strong foal, or else,” he hissed in her ear before dropping back to the ground. For only a strong foal of his was worth anything to him.

Schnelldrache laughed as he heard her still defiant words. How interesting that she still had the courage to try and defy him? Especially in a land where stallions reigned supreme?

“Did I ever say I sought to be better than anyone else? Did I ever state that I wanted to be the leader of all the lands here? No,” he replied. By the end of his words, his voice had gone from cheerful and mocking to quiet and deadly. Or maybe threatening was a good word for it.

“You may be able to outrun a horse bound to the land, but a kelpie is faster in water than anything else. And I am part hellion, therefore I am swift and enduring on both land and in the water.”

It was a warning to both of the mares before him, but more so to Rosella, she was so stupid, she needed to be threatened it seemed. They would be punished if they dared to do such a thing.

He looked at the taller mare. “If that is what you wish, then I will.” He could see the rivalry between these two. It was something that amused him greatly at the moment.

That was taking things too far indeed. “I never said I wanted to be better than my father, you idiot!” he roared at her. Before suddenly sending a hard kick at her, one that would knock her over with the mere strength he put behind the blow. He was not pleased at all.

He leapt at her, biting and kicking at her in a terrible rage. Oh he would not kill her, but he would certainly give her a good beating. The other mare he ignored in his rage, not wanting to deal with anyone but this pathetic creature who thought she was better than him!

"I never said I wanted to be a king over more than my own herd, you blithering idiot."

**

Onesimus realised that now would be a good time for him to come out and introduce himself to the two mares that his lord had managed to collect for himself. The powerfully built guard stallion stood watching the commotion, waiting for Schnbelldrache to calm down eventually, before stepping out to join them.

"Ah Onesimus. About time you got here," Schnelldrache said, looking at him. "Why don't you see to it that that, imbisile is taken into our part of the Gully?"

"Of course," Onesimus replied, striding forwards towards Rosellla.

Onesimus snorted, dodging the kick. "You really think I will be that easy to dissuade?" he asked, glaring at the fiery mare. "I'm surprised you can even stand, after that beating, fae. Let alone try and attack me."

He kept his head well out of her reach because of it. There was no chance he was going to allow himself to be killed by such a foolish mare. He walked forwards with the intention of making her back away. If this worked, he would be able to force her toward their part of the terrain.


**

Schnelldrache walked back over to Amarria, who so far out of the two of them was at least worth his time. That other mare was certainly a fool, and she did not seem to realise the mistakes she was making at the moment. He reared, and then did what she had asked of him.