Hoax

Wench had found herself isolated once more. She had not seen any of the other herd members, let alone Switchblade. Daggers pounded the terra as she lunged around, curvature arched; harks flattened tightly against tiara. Paper thins flared, ementing a loud snort. Animations would soon be pulled too a halt, fem glancing around. Tiara was tossed up, maw opening too release a call too the king; or any other members.

Switchblade

A silent warrior, pure ebony strolled through the terestrian. Swords sliced vegiation like scissors with paper. Whiplash sicced bugs on its quest unbeatable. Occs scan the area before the frame as it halts into a rear. Radars listen in upon her phone and he snorts out to her, approaching the mare quietly.
Hello dear Hoax. Jawseline said to her. He was quiet and sounded as if a quiestion was in order. Piston kicked out at the lil' buggers that annoyed him so.

Hoax

Wench eagerly watched while king approached.
Greetings, m'lord. How have you been these past few days?
Spitfire had lowered her tiara slightly, staring up at the brute with admiring optics.

Switchblade

All well, how are you holding? He noted, nodding a smile. Nothing but stars dripped around as the evening sun dropped lower beyond the horizon.

Hoax

Dove examined the king silently before responding.
Alright. Though, I feel quite numb within' my front legs.
Nymph flinched slightly, lowering her dome so that her delicate velveteen was laying on the tundra. Matriarch allowed her eyelids to droop slightly until the king spoke, or made any actions.