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-Vessel of Sorrow- - Official - 06-09-2012 Balkin the Obscure March 10th, 2012 at 6:05pm It is a crisp sunny morning; the air is fresh and cool. The sol star plays a beautiful light show along the ground, as it bleeds through the tree limbs that try to obscure it's descent. The lands lay deep with in winters withering grasp as the tree's lay bare and the ground is coated with pristine snow. The prints of other entities are apparent everywhere along the paths. The sound of waves crashing against grey flat faced cliffs echo in the distance. The surroundings are deceitful in their beauty. Balkin moves with predatoral finesse among the trees. She does not try and hide her presence at the World's Edge. She feels a bit at ease here under the bare canopy, like she was among old friends. Yet, these were not the same ancient trees with runes craved into their bodies. The runes that they themselves were from civilizations predating our own, and their meaning unknown. Now upon looking back, perhaps they had been a warning of the coming sundering that wrecked the home that Balkin adores. Still she can see the faces of old friends fresh in her mind. However, she was now a vessel of so much sorrow, broken and withered. Golden wolfish eyes peer around taking in the nostalgic view. Of all the places this is where Balkin wants to be. She wants to be with in the deeps of a forest hidden among the predators and prey; Yet, not being truly one of either. She was a mixture, an enigma. She is often seen as a bit cold and distant; however, very diplomatic. She will almost always try and find her way around problems with words rather then brute strength. Balkin is not build with the brute strength of a lion. To many she lacks the muscle to be a warrior. Her figure is willowy and leggy, but she makes up for this with lithe and smarts. A deep sigh settled with in her throat as she peeled her gaze from the tree line and cast her gaze downwards. Now it was time for the obscure beast to find the leader who watches over these lands. Lovette April 27th, 2012 at 11:58pm Through the tall trees wanders a crimson spot, a refreshing burst of color amongst all the bleak browns and yellows, a deer amongst moose. Her graceful crown hold two horns, the top being four feet long and the bottom three, which gleam a glassy red in the new dawn. Her rose-tainted white hide gleamed as she walked with a sultry swagger. It was thus that she stumbled across a fellow horn'ed beast as herself, gazing out down the tree lines as if looking for something. Enchanted, she spoke in a wonderfully rolling voice, splashed with an ever so slight British accent, "Well, 'ello luv, what seems to have caught your eye?" |