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Sometimes it was nice to get away. She soared above the land, content in the peacefulness the experience gave her. She never felt entirely comfortable around others of her kind. They were so blind and arrogant. Her father was right, it would be their downfall. They would underestimate the wrong mare or stallion and end up dead. Hell, if they wanted to be so special, the least they could do is earn it. Being born a specific race didn't guarantee s**t as far as she was concerned. She hated the lot of them, minus her sister, father and Ariston who seemed to have similar beliefs. At least there were some intelligent Kalona in the world, she mused.

She wanted her actions to speak more loudly than her race. Se wanted to be feared for what she was capable of, not for what she looked like. She wanted to earn real fear and in that, real respect for what she could be.

Sighing, she flew down towards a small clearing and landed in a none to gentle fashion. She might have been female but she was certainly not lady-like or dainty. The mare folded her wings back to give them a rest and started walking, enjoying the peace and quiet around her. It really was nice to get away once in awhile.

She turned at the sound of the voice. Had she been in her thoughts so deeply that she didn't hear his approach? It was possible that he was stealthy, Still, she'd have to be more careful in the future. She took a moment to size up the stallion. While he looked fairly normal at first glance, she noticed that he had a malicious air about him. He also had some strange.. growths coming from his body? How interesting.

She swished her tail about her so that the chains clinked with those on her hind leg. The sound always relaxed her. "Hello," she finally greeted cooly in response.

She wondered what he was up to. It wasn't often that a non-kalona approached a kalona. So this stallion had gumption, as her father called it, and that earned her respect for the moment.

Was he referring to her head wings? She wasn't sure. "I got the wings on my head from my mother," she started, emphasizing the resentment she held towards the mare that brought her into the world. "It's the only thing she seemed to bless me with in his life." At least she had tried to make up for it by acting like her father. She even stole a good length of his chain for decoration. If she had her way, she wouldn't have any part of her mother in her appearance.

"I am Fury, youngest daughter to Wrath," she stated proudly. She didn't care if he knew of her father or not. One of her greatest prides is her lineage, at least when it came to her father.

The mare continued staring at him, taking in every detail of his body before pointing out matter-of-factly, "You have kalona blood in you. I see it in your eyes, mouth and hooves yet no where else? You are one of the half-breeds?" She didn't ask in an insulting tone but it was also not friendly. She was simply curious.

"If he cares for your mother, which is highly frowned upon in our society, it means he follows his own path. There is much respect to be had there," she noted. "If such is a case, you should be proud. Most Kalona are pigheaded buffoons with only one way to look at the world. Mark my words, it will be their downfall. They will underestimate the wrong creature, or an entire race of them. Fools, the lot of them! Bah!"

She hated thinking about it. It infuriated her so much. She loved her species but they weren't one to be proud of. A few stood out, the truly brave ones that weren't afraid to be open to everything around them. Ariston, her father, her sister and herself. It seemed so many looked down at the races based on nothing but looks alone. It seemed natural for them to be so judgemental but it was stupid to truly believe it.

"Does it bother you being a half-breed?" she asked curiously. There seemed to be a hint of something in his voice but she couldn't be sure what it was directed at.

"I don't think purity of blood has much to do with anything, but no, I'm not a half-breed. Both my parents are purebloods. My mom is much like the stereotypical Kalona. She thinks she's the best thing since shucked corn. My dad though, he believes that it's not the race that defines one, but their actions. I agree with him. We believe that limiting ourselves to a specific view of the world or other races will blind us to the truth. So we prefer to keep ourselves open to all possibilities. Don't get me wrong, we are proud to be Kalona, but what's to say one can't be proud to be a Unicorn? Or a regular? Or even a half-breed?"

It all seemed perfectly logical to her, but of course, other Kalona thought she was crazy and probably traitorous for such beliefs. Thank goodness, she didn't give a rats a** what they thought!

"Who says you have to fit in? Who says that if you had kalona wings and a tail, you still wouldn't stick out like a sore hoof? There's no guarantees with any race. Hell, half the Kalona ostracize their own kind. Even if you have the looks, you might not be accepted because they are so full of themselves that you have to meet their individual standards and there's just no pleasing the lot of them. If you were comfortable with yourself, you wouldn't care what anyone else thought. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone. You really don't."

She had no idea if her words would affect him or not but really, she didn't understand how some let such things bother them. No amount of wallowing is going to give them bodily features they weren't born with so the least they should do is get over it! Perhaps it would have helped if Shadrach had a father like hers.

"The Kalona are arrogant. They don't want to acknowledge that any other creature could be as great as them. They are blinded to the possibility. They need to believe they are the best. They were raised that way so if they do not stick to their belief. They are a herd of sheep. They will stick together despite ignorance. They will fight, even die for their belief because it gives them worth. They just don't see that it's a false worth."

The mare dug her hooves into the ground and added idly, "At least, that's what my father and I think. Some of us have broke away from the flock, so to speak and made our way out on our own. Some have died trying to survive, as surely we are enemy to our own kind. But I would rather die free than die confined to a way of life that I did not believe in."

She didn't know what to say at first. Surely she had some selfishness to her, did anyone not? But she didn't think she could even come close to comparing to the average Kalona. "I don't think I'm terribly selfish. Surely there are things I want, goals I have, but I don't think the land and all the creatures in it revolve around me, if that's what you're asking. As for shattering your beliefs, I don't think I can really do that. Only you can. If they were strong beliefs, they would not have shattered, right? Perhaps you were not meant to believe them." Though she really believed it, she couldn't help but wonder if she was making excuses for herself.

She took a few steps forward. The situation was starting to feel a little awkward to her as she never expected -- nor wanted -- to make such an impact on another. She fully believed one should make their own decisions and she wasn't sure if the stallion was doing that. "If you wanted to be accepted by the Kalona, it must have been important to you in some way? Perhaps you should not forget whatever that was?"