04-05-2017, 11:52 PM
Crota had been so out of the loop that she had no idea about the purple stallion king that was trying to overtake kingdoms. Unlike Iona, she hadn't been one to care about the dramatics or politics of kingdoms and had strayed far from them for a time. Though while heading to the field to find her own home, finally having given in to the need to be a part of something bigger, she had come across the hills freshly left behind and open for the taking and so that is what she had done. Without hesitation she laid claim to the hills and decided to make it something that was different than the rest.
It was a warm summer day when she set out to explore the land she had come to call home so recently and with gentle ease she made her way through the unusual foilage. She hated how quiet it was, how the wind created more noise than the creatures that lived here. She needed to find others to join her, and soon. But for now she was resting and thinking, trying to sort out in her mind how she was going to even handle the job that she had taken on without a second thought.
It is in the middle of these thoughts that her attention is caught by a singsong voice traveling through the hills. Coming to a stop her small fuzzy ears prick forward, flicking slightly as they listen to the words. Purple stallions? Ischia? Take over? She must be talking about whoever had been here first and then changed their minds. For a moment she waits, hesitant. If this mare wanted to join the fun of what seemed like someone who wasn't very nice, was she a threat? With a soft sigh she finally steps forward and heads towards the voice finally having determined that it was unlikely the stranger would leave until she found who lived here.
"There are no purple stallions here, just spotted mares," her voice dances across the hills towards the unknown mare before the small spotted leader of the hills steps out of the bushes and reveals herself. "I'm Crota, leader of the hills. May I ask for your name?"
@[Iona]