~"Will do," Macawi nickered, tail lashing in a circle. "I won't let you down." With that, she kicked up her hooves in a weak trot down into the sloping forest, trying desperately to keep her legs firm.~
Flood glanced sideways at Otaktay. "She's a good one" he murmured.
(*Otaktay randomly teleports to the ridge*.

Oh, wait.
He was probably already there, right?)~Otaktay watched her descent through narrowed eyes. "She's weaker than the yearling. But she has spunk and isn't nearly as impudent." His teeth ground together, knowing perfectly well that this was betraying his nettle. "That other filly has got to learn some awed respect."~
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)~ Sintemaza skirted the edge of his forest in a flowing gallop, his black mane flying out behind him like scorched moonshine left over from the night. He snorted with irritation at having to be out in the sunlight, but he had comprehended it was necessary in order for his vision to stay strong, and not squinted by the blinding sun. For my next victim... He abruptly veered right and shot back into the beloved darkened sanctuary of the thick woodlands. There's a few vulnerable foals in Valley Herd. Now I just need to pick one.~
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