Ember Farshadow's Story

"Well shouldn't you have you're tounge ripped out..." Monkshood mumbled at Ember's snide remark. Monkshood crossed her arms in an irritated manner. Her long curly black hair covered most of her upper torso. Her hoove stomped the ground slightly. "We are here discussing battle plans, Ember. Not to chit-chat." Monkshood scoffed in Ember's direction.

Monkshood couldn't herself but laugh on the inside. The knew ery well that the magician did not meen it. Hell, it was hard for Monkshood not to try to leed the army herself. A common trait in Centaurs, always wanting to be the leader. But That didn't meen this girl had any right to be anymore bitter than Monkshodd had to be. "Hmph." Was all Monkshood could say. She turned to Kindle, he scratched his head slightly. "I agree with Nightshade, no way are we going to send someone in there unless they have back up. And I think my arse is a bit to big to sneak in undectected." Monkshood slightly joked. "I say a frontal assualt, quick and easy." She finally said, glancing at Nightshade for a moment then at Ember.

Monkshood chuckled slightly and easily caught the frog like pipe in her hands. She never really smoked that much, it always made her slower than normal. But every once in awhile.. She thought to herself as she put the pipe in her bag behind her. She glanced around a moment and laughed a bit at Marros and Kindle's back and forth argument. "Hey Nightshade. I claim him." She joked as Nightshade winked at Marros.