[/html]An ear flicked back at his curse and the swell of satisfaction and victory in her chest was more filling than the meat of the deer could have ever hoped to be. Distantly she acknowledged that she often just the same in her judgments and arrogance and bitter contempt, but as always, the justification was in her own understanding. In her own mind, at least, there was no pretense, though her deceptions would have others think of her the same as she thought of them, no doubt. And so the world devoured itself, uninterested in compromise and understanding.
The horse was a well-worn palomino mare, tied to a tree by a short length of rope, still fully tacked and laden with a good-sized bag. Nearby, a second, larger bag sat on the ground next to a very tall spear. She did not have much time to really decide how thoroughly she wanted to rob the jackal, however, as a rough blade struck the tree above the horse with a loud thuck. The animal, already spooked by the presence of her, a ghastly stranger, tried to rear, but was prevented by her short lead. She whinnied shrilly in protest, shifting awkwardly in place and tugging at her rope.
Cassandra leapt on the animal's back, and with some effort, wrenched the knife from the tree, nearly losing her balance as she did so. She leaned forward to cut the mare free, then sat abruptly, one hand clutching both the reins and her mane, one hand still grasping the blade as the animal took off with fearful speed. Though she made no effort to direct or rein in the horse, the mare also made no attempt to buck her, and the albino settled onto her mount quickly enough. She tucked her newly won knife into the bag and sighed heavily as they left the jackal behind. She was grinning, still.
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