in other words, anarchy
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For the past day and a half, the newly birthed ‘Tirones’ of the Inferni clan could have been found wandering the pack territory atop her darkly robed steed, familiarising both her and her hot-tempered companion with the moulded shape and ‘feel’ of their newly inhabited landscape. On her returning journey to the mansion Fear opted for a two-beated passage rather than a steady walk to satisfy his lack of patience to hurry his return to the stalls for food, raising his crimson draped tail to the air as if it were a banner or flag – announcing that he was making his most authoritative presence known to anyone who dared to place hoof in his path.

Their pace slowed ever so slightly as they entered the driveway, small rounded pebbles clicking under hoof as her black beast paraded her around the mansion in the most exotic manner, now raising his finely crafted muzzle to the air and producing low, short bursts of grunting, rasping the air from his lungs. Gently she eased him on with her seat to accomplish a long strided floating trot as they neared the rear quarters of the mansion towards the guest house, praising his obedience through quiet, comforting whispers. Keenly her eyes fixated upon two unfamiliar canines, before catching a glimpse of another unknown figure working around some flame based stove. To be polite she took it upon herself to make a formal introduction to the two on the porch of the guest house, approaching slowly Fear eyed the two up wearily, flaring his blood-stained nares with caution. ”Greetings” she voiced in a soft, partially plain tone of voice with intentions to all three before asking Fear to show his respect to the fellow pack members through a subtle word command. The stallion snorted loudly before showing a respectful submission taking his front right hoof and resting his knee on the ground, producing a direct bow to towards them, his dark dreads tumbling down over his eyes. Quietly she slipped off the side of her equine, taking care not to unlatch or knock her weaponry from the thick leather belt that hung across her abdomen. “Euphoria” She formally introduced, patting her companions shoulder gently to signal for him to stand properly.

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