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[Skit]

Once again she was into things she didn't understand, but yet followed heed and did it any ways. The femme stood there grazing taking a few steps here and there, she did anything he would tell her. Optics looked around, trying to catch sight of another horse.

[Sarah]

He approached her silently, already bored with her presence. A soft snort was released into the air as he stopped in front of her.
What is your name?

[Skit]

She stood there looking at him, whip cord flicking here and there. "My name is Skit."

[Sarah]

He snorted. Such a silly name. He thought for a moment. Surely this mare could be more interesting that she seems.
Why didn't you fight me?

[Skit]

"I had not the strength, for I had been on the road for many days running.
" she said watching him, as she pulled her crown to the same level as his. She was tired of her treatment she was getting, her parents had been pure along with her why couldn't he just get over it.

[Sarah]

He smirked.
What about your pride? You don't care anything about that?
These pures were so worthless. They couldn't even put up an attempted fight. Why just sit there and take it? They had no heart.

[Skit]

"My heart has been aching for more than you could ever know." she said watching him, optics locking in with his own.

[Sarah]

He snorted again, throwing his head back as if he were disgusted.
What exactly is it that your heart has been aching for, dearest?

[Skit]

"For my family, who has been killed like it was a mere game. My brother who was not a pure, why they where taken I have not a clue. "

[Sarah]

A soft wind blew the summer air around them, tossing his tresses about.
Who killed them?

[Skit]

She looked at him, as the wind blew past him and past her taking her banner and whip cord and making them fly. " A band of Tained Bachelors "