08-07-2016, 10:29 PM
Iona felt giddy with excitement when she caught the familiar scent of Killdare coming over to join their group. The chocolate flaxen mare pranced a little, her tail swishing back and forth eagerly as the ruler arrived. She turned and faced the stallion, dipping her head a bit before turning around once again to face the horses she hadn't met before.
Rearing up a little on her hind hooves a little before stomping a couple times, the mare spoke in a clear voice, though with the tone she used, it was debatable on how much of her sanity she was holding onto exactly, "Now, you guys had better be nice to Killdare here. He's the king of this place, and he deserves to be respected. So if you don't show him such proper respect, then he'll be forced to show you the way out. And you won't like Killdare when he's mean; he's not a very nice horse," Iona crooned sweetly, her eyes flashing between innocence and an inner emotion that was more twisted than a dracena plant.
Any horse looking at her would wonder what exactly had happened to Iona to turn her into such a twisted mind. Truthfully, Iona herself didn't even remember; she only had a sense she might not have been in her right mind, but she didn't care if that was the truth or not. As long as she had a good place to live, grass to eat, and space to fight, she would be fine...
Rearing up a little on her hind hooves a little before stomping a couple times, the mare spoke in a clear voice, though with the tone she used, it was debatable on how much of her sanity she was holding onto exactly, "Now, you guys had better be nice to Killdare here. He's the king of this place, and he deserves to be respected. So if you don't show him such proper respect, then he'll be forced to show you the way out. And you won't like Killdare when he's mean; he's not a very nice horse," Iona crooned sweetly, her eyes flashing between innocence and an inner emotion that was more twisted than a dracena plant.
Any horse looking at her would wonder what exactly had happened to Iona to turn her into such a twisted mind. Truthfully, Iona herself didn't even remember; she only had a sense she might not have been in her right mind, but she didn't care if that was the truth or not. As long as she had a good place to live, grass to eat, and space to fight, she would be fine...