The man on the mountain. [SWP]

AURELIA The mare was swift to head the words of the Matron. The mare of gold and fire and chaos had, for some unexplicable reason, chosen to follow Taivus to the Pinnacle, a place she'd only been once before, to help spread hope. She'd been attacked by a siren, the stain of blood tainting her thick, juicy haunch. She had noticed other were wounded in the process too and quietly hoping this round would be easier, simpler even. The idea of being attacked over and over and over and over was not an appealing one, but it seemed the Rift worked in the least appealing of way, throwing challenge after challenge at its inhabitants. She made faces at Taivus behind her back, annoyed at the pegasus. Aurelia was, by all means, the most immature horse ever. She practically stuck her tongue out at the mare she trailed, simply annoyed by her presence and demeanor and fucking bullshit about pulsing and growing together or whatever the fuck. Not to mention the fact that in Aurelia's eyes, Taivus was just rude. Who walks away from someone mid-conversation? Aurelia had abandoned social norms long ago, but simply walking away mid-conversation seemed like a downright weird thing to do. In all honestly, Taivus hadn't done much besides disagree politely with Aurelia, but that just completely rubbed her the wrong way, leaving the lingering feeling of hate and general dislike. Aurelia follows Taivus despite her dislike for the mare. She doesn't do much except linger silently behind Taivus a few lengths back, waiting for the silvery mare to make the first move because Aurelia was sure as fuck not. the hurricane inside my soul and the fire within my bones

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