Viktoriya's herd looking for other bloody thirsty applicants

[Aaloka Ahilya]

Viktoriya dove from the sky, heading at a deadly rate to the open field below. Just before striking the ground, she gracefully swooped and circled as she extended her wings and lowered herself to the ground without a sound. She opened her feathered wings and bat them against the sun, the light seepeing through and highlighting the fadeing colors of white to gray to black at the tips. When she folded them in, the sun lit up some of the glitter that outlines her wings. She scanned the empty field with narrowed crimson eyes, as she flicked her white tail with black at the end, matching her long flowing mane. She cranes her black head to nip at her side where a pesky fly tried to bite her. She snorted and stomped her black hoof annoyed. Her muscles under her half black half white coat twitched as she attempted to get it to buzz off. Viktoria reared up onto her strong back legs and screamed to the sky and her small yet growing herd that she claimed this land.

Zhenya's head shot up as she heard her leader's triumphant cry. She trilled back as she spun on her heels and galloped to where her sharp senses picked up Viktoriya. She tucked her gold wings in and sped through the thick forest, her black legs flying over the ground effortlessly. Zhenya slid to a stop next to Viktoriya and bowed her head, her golden horn touching the grass. She snorted as she lifted her head and gazed about with wonderous liguid topaz eyes, her gleaming black body pulsing as her muscles slowly quit pumping beneath. She shook her golden mane, tossing it up into the air and letting it glide back down and fall over her back and hang low to her knees.

Vera elevated her Arabian form from the ground where she lakes sleeping. She was a wingless mare who could still fly none the less as good as her friends. She was a white mare the color the luminous moon that lit up their past travels. She shook loose the dirt and took off at a dead gallop, her thin and muscular legs pumping as she went. Her silky white mane and tail flew behind her like banners and then whipped ahead of her as she broke from the forest and stopped infront of Viktoriya and Zhenya. She bowed, her white spiraled horn brushing the grass. She whippped her tail to the side annoyed by flies. Vera had a tail like a lion, thin and straight until the end where a white puff of hair sprouted. She was sleek and slender the obvious model of the 3.