Wild-Cherry
Make me want it.
Mori kept a stern look, tugging slightly as her horse skittishly sidestepped. She turned her mount around ot face the group behind her. A few had bloodied faces, some burned. Two lay motionless in theire graves, fiery gullies on this makeshift battle ground. She again tugged at her horses reigns as he snorted and tossed his head.
" Stop it, Shinji. "
She said in a stern voice. As soon as the warriors regained their composure she narrowed her feirce eyes and proceeded to speak.
" There are four other clans left, as many of you may know. These are strong warriors, each with their own sets of values and morals. We need to train our senses perfectly, and congregate to plan an invasion. Our senses will need to be perfect. Our skills honed, our kills? Emaculate. We will leave no trace, we are hiden, as s sleek panther in the night. Our ferocity will unleash in deadly torments against our unexpecting prey!"
Her horse paced nervously before the group, a few of the others horses shied away as well. Mori's soldiers weapons were smeared in blood. As was her own.
" Training begins immediatly tommorow! Mota! Return! "
She cried, galloping to the front of the group. 14 mounted men followed her. She cringed at the thought of the massive slaughters they would commit, but kne wthey could not see her. Shinja was sweating beneath her, his eyes widened. His sleek brown coat shimered in the light of the full moon, and she sighed. He relaxed under her.
As the others returned, she veered off towards a hill, it was drowning in silvery moonlight. Shinji snorted and let his muscles calm. The stallion breathed hard, and she sighed and pat his neck before hopping off and sitting beside him, looking off the hill into the distance.