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[Frenzi™]

Black stools stabbed at the earth, amber orbs searching around her terrain. She had challenged and none had come to rise up against the vengeful mare. Her boa arched proudly as she contemplated the weakness of the previous owner. Or perhaps it was just the simple hot-headedness of the stallion himself, ignoring the challenge, thinking the mare was pathetic and easily beaten in a fight. But lo, as she scanned her spiteful burning orbs across the beaten lands, no equine was in sight, and none such as the stallion. Auds twisted, trying to come up with any noise of attack, but there was none. Satisfied that all had mysteriously dissapeared, she now actually let the looks of the lands settle in her corrupted mind. The red dirt was soft, though you could tell hooves and other creatures had run over it before, the softness wasn't deep at all. Heat radiated upwards from it, just like it would from a blacktop street, and the color was very close to the mare's, the only differential was the sand was a deeper red. Shrubs scattered across the land, breaking the red with bright lively foliage, and some golden, already dying from the atmosphere around it. Many trees were visible before the horizon gently fuzzed into nothing, around ten or so; but their brances spread outwards, casting shade like an umbrella. Some even looked like sticks with leaves attached, the weak and the strong, battling for the water.

A chain of blue mountains snapped the horizon back together, deep gray clouds building on the other side, and spreading across to the side of the red plains. Perhaps the rain would come and wash away the scents of the previous herd, wash away the unworthiness of the stallion, and his mare, if he had one. Gone, not ever allowed to set piston on the terrain that was now hers ever again. Not unless it was challenged for appropriately, and then the bloody mare would stand and fight, to the death if necessary. In the dark lands herds weren't for the company usually, just an army, ready to obey as necessary, or perhaps there was more. A sense of closeness that would tie a bond, yet it could mean nothing. No one had ever gotten into this mare's head enough to tell before, no one, not even her herd before they had been needingly killed by the lights. Even though it was done in mercy, trying to protect their herd only, and killing quickly, their excuses would never melt the ice that had formed over her heart, in her veins. The thoughts rose her lip in something of a snarl, and now, she was reay to claim her land. A loud shrieking neigh pierced through the air, startling birds from every tree, the black crows flying upwards in unison, sqwaking loudly, but never drowning out the high-pitched shriek of the mare. "I, Feenyx, have claimed your land. Take nothing, and get out."

Her peircing lyrics rang from her vocals, the crows finally dissapearing into the gloom that was becoming evening, where the fire burned, standing on four pillars, stools planted firmly on the shifting ground. Her ebon locks swirled around her boa and cranium, an answering shriek calling from above, a lone golden hawk that was circling. She watched with interest as it swooped down and snatched a rabbit running across the red sand, the fear choking in the air that surrounded it. It's own shriek wailed into the air as claws pierced through it's neck, and still struggling as it was brought into the sky. Then, as Feenyx's auds trained on the terrified noises the rabbit was making, there was a sickening snap, one that just made a grim smirk break onto the watching mare's black maw. She could pick up the movements of other creatures in the underbrush, a little group of rabbits over there, a snake rustling under a bush over there, and even a pair of coyotes, standing a far ways off. None that would be weak would survive here. The snakes could get any that were too stupid, the coyotes any too slow, and the various other creatures out here would simply do the job, even the vultures that spotted in and out of view on the horizon. She was satisfied greatly with this place, and her vocals rang out again, though not rising into a shriek, "This land shall be no more called Angel's Grave. Now this red-earthed land shall be called Cardinal Diversity."

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