Mirach, Warrior
Was it over? To some extent at least? She’d whipped her head around at the stallion Forlat’s sudden departure but paid little heed to it but to follow his trajectory until he reached the edges of the Dark Forest. Her Commander’s furious bellow instead caught her attention. It was true - where was their Leader? The last she’d seen of him was with her brief clash with Aeron and her thoughts began to whirr like the cogs the Keepers were so fond of. Casting a quick sideways glance at her ‘dance partner’, Aponi, the mare hesitated for a moment before gingerly stepping out to nudge a white-snipped nose against the other mare’s side.

“..Thanks.”/

Aponi | Warhead Scout:

Watching the stallion run off was odd, why didn’t he stand and fight? Actually most of the Infected she had fought did retreat to the dark woods. Although this made Aponi feel strong and intimidating, she couldn’t help but feel as if something was wrong. Why were they fleeing to the woods? Her train of thought was broken once Mirach touched her in the side with her nose, giving her thanks for diverting the strange stallions creepy advances.

“Ah it’s no problem at all! That stallion was coming off as weird, like, really creepy. And not in any old Infected sort of way.” She perked her ears up listening around her. Not too many were fighting now, where did everyone go?//

Mirach, Warrior

Mirach felt a smile beginning to yank at the corners of her mouth at Aponi’s perkiness, even after the exhaustion that seemed to follow after fights but only allowed a small lift of her lips. Flicking her ears up and mimicking Aponi, she winced at the grinding pain at the clotting shoulder wound she bore. She’d need to get that fixed. Somehow.//

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