Reach to Life's Limits |Anyone|

[..Dream†Weaver..]

It's lawsuit prevention - I mean - Conflict Resolution Time

The timber trees sway with each breath of wind the atmosphere gave off, the grass and leaves swaying with each and every breeze. The creek that lapped at the banks continued on silently through the realm, and through its midst came the chestnut form of the Neutral Lady, followed by the painted Heiress. Their sides almost the same, despite the coloration, and the small filly had feathered limbs.

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absolutely NO muse =.= my posts will get better, though, I promise!

[♣Tego]

Sick, demented smirk played on my velvets. Finally, the neutral lady alone. This should be fun. I step out of the trees and walk behind them, before catching up to DreamWeaver

'Lo there DreamWeaver

I say in a fake polite tone. Small chuckle escapes. I glance down at Marvianee, the neutral heir. I walk alongside DreamWeaver, trying to get her to speak to me, I know she hates me, and I know, she knows I'm just here to harass her.
♣Tego

[..Dream†Weaver..]

Slight smile played across those cinimmon hued lips, as the arrival of the Dark Lord made itself audible. Tall, sorrel ears swiveled, listening to his voice as its tones rolled above the swaying of the trees. Crystalline blue eyes glanced down on Marvianee, the gaze so hard and threatening, the little babe moved behind, my lengthy tail cords draping over her small painted body.

Hello, Tego. Lovely day, isn't it?

My voice was, like his, feigned politness, and I didn't mean for the small talk to be inviting. Simply a minor distraction, as the little filly that called me her dam needed my protection, so leaving her to have her return to her father was out of the question. The effects could be fatal on both our parts, and besides, it'd be nice to keep my little girl around, too. If it ever came to it, should I have been on my old alliance, I'd of gladly sacrificied my little 'pride and joy.' But, life's changed, whether we like it or not.

[♣Tego]

<sub>I cannot seem to get my lanterns away from the Neutral Heiress. Finely I drag them away and back to DreamWeaver. Oh how it would be great to have such a flicka in my herd. Though she is not exactly dark.

Indeed

I say, tones low pitched and husky. My pluamge snaps at my well toned ashen flanks. Anyone could tell that this wench was obviously a darkess before.

If you ever decide, going back to the old alliance is your decision, talk to me, babe

I say before turning on hind appedai and beginning to trot off.
♣Tego</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

Icy blue eyes roll within their sockets, a malicious grin on my face at his remark. Me, go back to dark, on these lands? Yeah, I don't think so. I'm on top, I have a throne. Why would I give all that up, just to go back to what made me happy? Seriously, Tego, think before you talk. I'd much rather be on top than me content. His gaze on my babe caught my attention, a glare sent his way, never leaving his body. My blue eyes dancing with an even darker blue flame of belligerence, when it comes to my kin, I'm not a pushover.

Why should I go dark, when I'm already Neutral Lady? And don't even try anything with Marvianee, Tego. She'll always be by my side, so you won't get the chance.

I spat to the stag, my voice ringing with a murderous tone. Lengthy tail cords mingled with my hide, as they rid the bloodsucker from my side and he flew off into the atmosphere, the stinging fibers lashingg my hide unforgivingly, like a whip, as they rid the little pests. My ears flicked back, falling to my skull, burried beneath the entangled locks of my mane.

[♣Tego]

<sub>I spin at her remark about the tot. An evil chuckle jumps from my throat

Oh, but do you really believe that DreamWeaver, she has dark blood pulsing through her veins. What would ever make you think that the little whelp won't follow her instinct

I hiss right back. Glancing at Marvianee. I smirk back at DreamWeaver

Don't fret babe, we'll meet again

I say with a deep chortle before taking off back into the shadow of the trees.
♣Tego</sub>