&& The wind whistled through the trees, singing a sweet melody of new hope and opportunity. The calls of gulls accented the songs of the wind, single, shrill calls, dulled by the gentle lapping of the sea against the rocks and the sand, a gentle, lulling beat- shhh, shhh, shhh... The sounds were peaceful and simple, almost capable of lulling one to sleep. A crab scuttled across the sand, and a seagull flew from one rock to another. The lazy leaves of a palm tree swayed in the wind, it's trunk bending gracefully. A sweet, beautiful silence entered the land, broken only by the lapping of the turquoise waves against the shore and the occasional call of a gull. The scene remained unchanged, until a flash of mahogany was visible through the thick grove of palm trees, a glimpse of icy blue. The sound of hoofbeats, thudding softly against the sun-warmed sand penetrated the silence, and from the grove of palm trees emerged a single liver chestnut figurine, flaxen banners waving in the gentle breeze like gold-spun straw. On her right side, a deep, fathomless dexter oculus glowed coffee brown, but on the left side, the sinister oculus shone an icy sky blue, wide and tinted with the slightest bit of fear and uncertainty. Tiara raised high, the femora strode proudly over the land, already marking the terra as hers. Oh yes- maybe it was only her second real fight but she could tell already that it would be hers fro the winning. She'd changed- a little. Not quite as afraid as she once was, here on the island she called her home, and knowing that she had the power to control the air around her. She could call up a storm deadly as the night and strike her opponent dead by lightning,and a split second later the weather could be clam and peaceful, the sun beating down upon the lands. Just for fun, the femme fatale gave a smirk and thought hard about rain. A few seconds later, dark clouds had gathered over the tranquil beach, and a few drops of icy rain and started to fall. Wait just a minute, and it was pouring. But she didn't care. The fae was immune to rain- it simply wouldn't be right if it were to faze the one who caused it. No- she rather liked rain. It seemed to be washing away everything- sins, her agonizing past, it seemed to purify, even if she didn't stay pure for long. A permanent smirk took it's place on her maw, and she picked up her step, walking proudly towards the edge of the shore so that the still warm water lapped gently at her mud-caked hooves. Perfect. With a devious glint in that sky blue optical, the femme then thought as hard as could about a whirling wind, turning the ocean choppy and stormy, dotted with whitecaps. her wish was soon granted, and she felt her own power swelling with her pride. Finally she could do something the rest couldn't, finally she was something. After years of being misunderstood, forgotten, even hated, her true potential hidden, she finally had an opportunity to show what she really was. And she would use it now.

&& With a call of triumph, she rose high into the air, banners waving in the wind, the waves splashing about her feet, whirling in a spiral of dark blue and white. Opening her lips, the femme let out a call to any who owned this land. Twas a call of triumph, a call of power, a call meant to install in others th fear which had haunted the fae since she was born. Twas a call of hope and a call of broken opportunities, twas a call of joy and a call of dread. Twas a call of life and a call of death, a call of love and a call of hatred, a call of war and a call pf piece. It echoed throughout the land, bouncing off rock walls. It echoed through canyons, made palm trees sway harder, made seagull fly off into the distance. Twas a call to any who owned this land, whether it be feminine or masculine, young or old, pure or envious, broken or whole, strong and weak. And whoever it was, the femora was sure she could beat them. Twas a call to any who held courage in their hearts, for any who were weak, and afraid, cowardly would decline the challenge and face the wrath of the weather, set upon them by the powers of the challenger. Twas a call to hope and new chances, a call to the dismissal of the fear in the fae's heart, a call which would be the turning point of her life someday. A call which would live, forever in the hearts of those who had heard it, shrill and dominating and terrifying and strangely beautiful, if you listened long enough. Twas a call for the best, twas a call for the worst. Twas a call that would change the lives of two equines whether it be good or bad, twas a call which could not be ignored.

They didn't understand. No one understood. Maybe she had a tough shell but inside all she wanted to be left alone by them. They were ganging up on her merely because whoever lead this land (and it was clearly one of them) was too damn cowardly to stand up for themselves. And now all these stupid brutes sticking their heads in everywhere, thinking they're so high and mighty- that was exactly why Pixie didn't want to join a herd a brute had already claimed, she'd be bossed around like she was a piece of crap and raped and torn apart like she'd been before. The fire burned harder in those ice blue eyes, and she turned to face the bay mare, ignoring all the other idiots. Pixie took a deep breath, harnessing her anger and praying that this little wench would understand what no one else did. Look. I'm sorry for my behavior earlier, sometimes I can't control my temper. Especially when everyone gangs up on me like this. She was telling the truth... for the first time in a long time, and while it felt odd it also felt right in a way. I can tell that you are the leader of this land and that you lead it well, but I think that I can do that too. The reason I want this land- she glanced briefly at the new stag who had asked why she wanted the land is because I lived in this realm before they took me across the bridge. This land has always seemed magical to me, and I would like to start a place where mares can leave in peace, free of stallions and Envious. She paused, because she knew that she certainly came across as Envious. You probably think that I am Envious... and blood-wise, I am. But I want to change... and I need this land. I propose we fight, just me and you, none of them, and no powers. It's fair that way.

OOC;; sorry for the shortness and suckiness but you wanted a reply so here it is. I didn't have time to make anything better.