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Out of Ashes, I burn - Imara - 05-26-2016 My vengeance will come Eyes of honey glare into the depths of this world, this wicked place that she had sought down for years. Helovia, it was called, but everything else was of little knowledge to the gazelle. She would find those who killed her parents, who took everything away from her, there was revenge to be served and mercy to be thrown away. Imara had become the result of years of hatred, years of disgust for those who had rebelled against her and her cause. She has risen from the ash of death, the reaper did not steal her soul, did not carry her away with his fleshless face and grim smile, no, Imara had faced even death and won. So she had come here, her hips swinging and her nostrils bringing in the all of this world, analyzing and memorizing, this air that was tainted with a bloodlust like no other. Imara was a smart woman, she would play her part, be the conartist that she was, and she would strike not out of haste, but out of calculated force. Do your worst, Helovia. A single ear twisted, listening for the crack of sticks, of the arrival of another. She wore her necklace of hyena teeth with great pride, the sly animal her second soul. The hyena was a pest, their laughter in the night annoyed most, but to Imara it was a cry of her people, a song that she enjoyed the haunting melody of. With ears twisting to every sound, her steps swinging with her prides and powers, she waited, her mind drumming to the beat of the hyena. And so it began. Imara RE: Out of Ashes, I burn - Aeolus - 05-29-2016
RE: Out of Ashes, I burn - Tsavo - 05-30-2016
@Imara @Aeolus RE: Out of Ashes, I burn - Imara - 06-22-2016 The beat in her ears died down with the beat of wings, of hooves. In Dorobo, pegasus weren't normally people she worked with, never much desiring to bicker with them. It would soon have to be quickly realized what material Imara was working with here in this "Helovia," there was going to be much more to it then the plains of Dorobo she supposed, but the huntress knew that nothing stood in her way. She held a vicious drive within her, and her blood would not stop boiling until her mission had been completed. Imara slows her thoughts as she allows her mind to focus on the specimen of a man that had oh so wonderfully decided to make an appearance before her. He was a mix of bays, golds, and azures, his coat held the familiar stripes of her homeland, the skins of Dorobian people were very natural, much like other safari creatures and this man. She allows a soft smile to slip on her lips, only to hide the wicked laughter the itched to be released inside of her, this was going to be such a fun game, oh so fun. The winged stallion asks of her identity, and for a moment she wonders if she should go under as another, for the few that knew of her name could not spoil her masterplans. The commotion of more steps allowed her to make up her mind, realizing that Hodari's cloak of shadows had worked very well to hide Imara and only he and those she had slaughtered would know her name and the dead man tells no tales. With the inspection of the newest arrival to Imara's entrance, she could feel the satisfying click of another puzzle piece falling into place, this mare was a Dorobian, how wonderful. Little did this lovely blue-eyed thing know, she would be a step into the infiltration Imara would in time create. "My name is Imara." She said simply, eyes lazily washing over the pairs that watched her now. With the announcement of Imara's homelands, she would have to follow this mare to wherever she lived, knowing that it could possibly lead her to more dorobians. Imara would have to play it smart though, no darkness that swirled and sang within her could seep out. The double crowned, Tsavo, had just unknowingly thrusted Imara much further in the hunt of the one who killed her father. "I'm here simply to find my fellows, and for a place to live. If you are from Dorobo as you say-" She flicked her eyes over to the winged, for it wasn't worth wasting his time, nor did she actually care, but as she had grown in the work of spy, every little tone, every little facial expression could either lead to your success or your demise, and as Imara needed to come off as a mere lost citizen, she would carry out all means necessary. "Perhaps sometime you could show me the others? I have dearly missed them" She doesn't know that Imara misses none, that her heart is not just iced over, but it missing, that the only thing that pumps her blood is the fury that curls within the hollows of her body. Considering her options once more, the mare decides that what's a game without a little bit of adventure? Imara knew that the dorobians would see her in time, but maybe she should allow all those to speak. After all this wasn't Dorobo and as much as she was normally right, she knew nothing of the bounds of Helovia as they so say. Caramel's settled on the man and woman, "Tell me, what are your homelands like? How are they ruled?" OCC: EDIT: changed my mind :P fair game also this is a shit post oops gotta figure her out Imara RE: Out of Ashes, I burn - Ashamin - 06-28-2016 ashamin The Clovenheart As often happened, Ashamin was late to the party. His two companions were sluggish in the daytime and, despite hearing noises up ahead and suspecting that another newcomer had crossed Helovia's border, Ashamin had slowed to keep their pace. Rakt was quicker and blessed with longer legs, so he led the pack, but Lochan trailed quietly behind. The little eye was the most affected by the bright heat of the day, for his nocturnal habits were a part of his being more than just his preference. Rakt and Ashamin had adjusted or Lochan's sake, after all. @Aeolus! RE: Out of Ashes, I burn - Imara - 08-15-2016 Well, it seems that Imara has dragged in quite the party. After all, the woman would expect nothingless, she was Imara! She can't bask in her splendors just yet, though. This was a game and she be damned if she would allow something to threaten her desires. Ambers fall upon the newest of this little huttle of "who can snag the meat first." His skin was a mix of patched onyxes and porcelains, scars and stains ruin his body but she can tell that this man knew the splendors and consequences of war, something the woman knew deeply. Ashamin the Clovenheart he calls himself, a quite peculiar name indeed. It seems that there were a lot of choices in this place, Helovia, and Imara begun to understand the Dorobian's finding shelter here. That of course applied to them, but not to Imara. She didn't come here to be thrown into welcoming arms, she came for revenge and all she cared about was how effectively and how efficiently she could get her job done. She feels the eyes of the knotted horned man(she wondered what Dorobo would think of his horn, the twists and curls unseen ever before) and turns her head. He speaks of another dorobian, Hasovir, and the huntress is even more pleasured. How lovely this trip was working out for her! Dorobians were everywhere and where there was a people there was a leader. Honey eyes drip within the scholar's onyx, he spoke of trades, of a home, a league, a beginning, and where she would go next had been chosen. "Your offer is most generous, I would quite enjoy that, my loyalty is all yours." She purrs, the golden woman an intoxicating mix of evil and ecstasy. Turning then, she dips her head, baring her farewell to the strangers and their creatures. She would be seeing Tsavo in good time, but until then, Imara had other duties to get to. With a swish of her tail, she turns and begins walking, joining Ashamin's side when he begun to lead her to her newest journey. OCC: Imara |