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[Black Thorns]

September felt the warm, wet saliva hit her face in fury as he finished his speech.

"I'm old, dammit!" she shouted, angrily, "I'm nearly dead anyways! I'm not afraid of fighting to the death. Many of your warriors are frightened, scared of death- or they believe themselves invincible. Falling under your rule doesn't automatically make them the greatest fighters, Lord- they learn, they'll be good, but they have flaws! We all have flaws! I know mine. Seeing as I don't fear this death- and that I know it is coming soon for me- why do I not die for the greatest of causes? Why do I not put what is left of my life into use?" Her voice calmed as she spoke, shaking her head at him. "You're immortal, save for fatal wounds. You won't die from sickness. You'll heal from injuries. You'll never grow old. You'll stay as you are, forever. You can't possibly understand."

She stepped back, calmer now as she looked at him. "All I want to do is to die for a good cause."

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"All I want to do is to die for a good cause."

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Ramaskith smiled, stepping towards the mare, now that she was not so deeply inclined to harm him. "Well, madame, I do believe that can be arranged." He had decided that there was no point in arguing with her, for it was a waste of energy and time. If she wanted to fight for him, then so be it. If she so foolishly chose to strike against him, then he would just strike her dead. She said it herself, she was old. If there was any intelligence in that small brain of her's, she knew better than to attack him. Even if she had already. Doing so showed that she ad anger, and she knew how to turn that anger into actions and blows. If she would be of some use to him on the battlefield, it didn't matter about anything else. The more equines allied with him, the better chance he had. Simple. And he wasn't about to let some old mare get away from his clutches and run over to the opposing side. No. She would fight for him, and most likely die doing so. He had nothing to worry about. "Shall we then, warrior?" He asked, dipping his head and twisting to the side. He then turned, trotting forward and not bothering to look back. If she didn't follow, then he would just kill her later. But he knew she would. She wanted to fight for him. And he was giving her that chance.
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