|| Is there a reason in the world...?

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[bg=#000000] Keezheekoni did not extend the efforts needed to bother raising her stance to the fraction of pride that it was usually carried at, for there was no audience to sate, none to impress, and the mare had a longing for the sparks kindled to breech. Yet, there was little time to be practicing if she wished not to draw a crowd, so the mare stayed with relaxed stance, calmly gazing toward the nothingness that was the barren expanse of landscape. Sparks, in all fairness, danced upon her breath, but the Zuden wished not to bathe in the fire as much as find something with the worth needed to give the efforts. There had been so much speaking, that was certain, of living war that they were to carry. She herself was not on duty, had no orders to follow, and had no position to fill. That is what fueled the fire in her belly, and as of the moment there was no tinder. Many a day had she spent wandering the place of her new home, speaking with much of herd as she did so, but almost all had the same to say. The same ideals were refreshing, at least in the first light, but no new fuel added was a waste of breath that could be of better use. Yet that use was yet to be decided. Finally, Killjoy moved slightly, rightening herself, moving forward with thoughtful consideration to nothingness that vacated her mind. Practice went useless when unapplied. The sentries on duty did there job, allowing nothing unwanted to grace their homeland. This was all good and well, but gave little to grace boredom. Keezheekoni wished to fight, as much or perhaps more than any or some. There were sparks in her step, flame in her eyes, but there was no target. Burn, but what? She could not leave Fuoco. Aiden, though the lead paid little mind to members such as herself, would not be pleased with such a venture, and she would be taken as a traitor to her own breed. All for the sake of some action. Spring had come, yes, but the fea did not have any wish for a mate nor foal. Her wants where primarily basic, though increasingly difficult to fulfill. A fight, some flame, even training. It was nothingness that made up her life, a mind to waste away in the fires that were created as a haven for her breed. Nothing. Too much nothing.

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