Frosted muscles rippled beneath a large, buxom frame, snow crystals clinging to cascading, curling tresses of ivory and ebony. Mist danced upwards into the crisp morning sky from wide flaring nostrils, dual-tone eyes staring hard at the Sentinel that guarded her path. Through it all, Rhiannon’s head was held high, earthy horns held upwards with pride, posture erect and that of a saluting soldier, unashamed, unafraid. Oh, she was not happy… But the brindled beast knew better than to storm into her homeland unannounced. Things had changed. Things were different. Things were Wrong. Different. Like her. “Pah.” Frozen silver and molten gold oculars glared at the machine, a cold, condemning sneer marring Rhiannon’s pretty face. She remembered this peculiar contraption from before she had left, and she also remembered not to test it. It was a Guardian, a Protector, a warped creation meant to protect the Basin and barr outsiders from ever entering. Outsiders. Those who weren’t welcome. Like her. “Ugh.” It stung, knowing she was nothing but an outsider to the land of her birth. Where was Crowley? Had he returned to the Basin, no longer afflicted by whatever madness had begun rotting his brain? Was he even alive? Where was Hotaru? Surprisingly, at thought of the pale maiden of beauty who had once captured Rhiannon’s attention so wholly did not stir those said emotions from her heart, nor heat from her loins. Maybe the brindled devil had gotten over her. Maybe that was for the better. Where was Illynx? Deimos? Arah? For all she knew, the Basin was now a home-land to tree-hugging, winged harpies. The thought was disgusting. Beneath her hooves, snow crunched, and the wanderer lowered her dark muzzle to lick up a few frozen crystals. At least the snow was the same. Lifting her head, Rhiannon inhaled deeply, intending to let her presence known, and let out a bellowing sound, a beckoning whinny of indignation and rage. Hopefully someone would answer and give her the questions she sought, and maybe, just maybe, let her come home. ooc: Rhiannon will be returning to the Basin. :3 @Zandora |
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01-11-2016, 07:04 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Zandora had been focused on the tasks set by the basin, busily buzzing around the frozen ices intent on finding something to do, anything to distract her from the pains of nearing term. Evara had enjoyed the constant movement, the mischevious creature preparing the arabian for what was to come, too soonly to come, she thought. The shadow had been stuck within the confines of the frosted lands, wanting to stay near the only place that meant anything near home to her. The silvers and azures of the basin had grown into her icy heart, somehow managing to become something that Zandora would hate to lose. So little did she care for things, so little would she care. It had only ever destroyed her, her love so foolishly cast, that she had grown reluctant of such emotions again. The bounding leopard in front of her and the second heart beating inside would be the only things she would allow herself to care for, to love. Her love is unique, it is not sappy, or sugared by compliments and worthy of quotes, Zandora's love is not of words, but of passions deeper then vocals, deeper then the surfaces of the irritating, annoyingly persistent, thing called love. Her love was intimate on different levels, her love was powerful. Although, it had never been wielded correctly, and now the mare wishes only for her love to be forgotten. Evara's jade eyes stared angrily at her, the strands filled with the sadness that she did not want the innocent animal to feel. Evara was so young, too young, to know such nothingness that had become common, too common for Zandora. The vixen released a sigh, her horn sliding across the pedestal and coppers of the Sentinels as she cleaned the icicles away from the towering figures. The massive things were quite stunning, the quiet and ever-viligant beasts towering over all that the basin was, all that she was. She continued to work her way around, clearing snow and frozen points, Evara too joining in as she pounced and climbed to reach places Zandora could not. Her work was interrupted with the crushing of snow underneath the weight of another. Hidden by the copper unicorn, she watched as a mare approached her looming veils. The mare was of onyx, brindled and striped with white and dually crowned with two, large, twisting horns. Frustrations obviously escaped her, and Zandora guessed that she was no Helovian newbie, for not many dared to near the Aurora Basin without guidance. Enjoying her bravery, the fox slipped out from her veil, Evara trailing behind, watching with eager green eyes. "Are you in need of assistance?" She asked, head tilting as she faced the horned. "Talk?" OCC: @Rhiannon No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
01-12-2016, 01:42 PM
01-13-2016, 11:49 PM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Zandora was answered in a way she had never been before, the feeling of such attention did not disgust her as much as she thought it would, no, it turned her on. She let the cords of her muscle flex underneath the blazing sun and the steel of the stripes eyes, enjoying the feeling of the mare's eyes on herself. Oh what a dirty fox she was, letting the attention of another go to her core, this was no way to act. But who gave a fuck? Her horomones of pregnancy already soared through the roof, and perhaps a little game of fun would do no harm? The onyx vixen stepped forward then, circling the mare as she let purple orbs explore all that this mystery mare was, eyes following the curves of her spine, the whites of her stripes, the ombre's of her tresses. She was indeed of beauty, all ebonite's and metallic silvers, an epitome of the dark Unicorn. Deciding that Zandora was up for a little experiments, she leans close, stretching up to reach her ear. "Have your taste then, if that is what you wish." She plays back, lust dripping from her words. Although she was not quite sure what this mare exactly wanted, Zandora was blinded by the rage of hunger to care, letting the experienced show her how it was done. Abruptly, her lowly chords switched to that of demanding and distant. It is then that Zandora sends Evara away, letting the leopard hunt so that the two may continue on privately. She is surprised at the quick switch, but she does not give so easily to the harshes of the mare's words. They did not scare her away, she did not go running for the reaper that she questioned of, she merely stood there, black against the backwash of white, eyes boring into Rhiannon's. "Now, is that not a bit harsh? Please, call me Zandora, that name on your lips is surely better than mare." She responded, the undying hunger still lacing within silken words. If she was done, then Zandora would move on, but it would be so unfortunate to leave the game half-finished. "The reaper still collects, and Hotaru leads as the lady." She answers, purple orbs settling on that of silver and gold. Come on, let's play. "Talk?" OCC: @Rhiannon well Z is bi I guess No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.
01-18-2016, 12:08 AM
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling Inside I'm dying Her name is spoken, and it sounds oh so much better on the brindled's lips. She is surprised at her attraction to this tempting specimen of a mare. It was a feeling she had never experienced, but it wasn't one that she would abandon. No, the arabian would much rather feel it again. "Not so bad is it?" She responds with a purr of her own, the need dripping off low, hungry words. There is something that crosses the fox's face in front of her at the mention of the leads names, and she wonders why the sudden change of mood. Did this crowned creature deal with the reaper, or perhaps play a round or two with the icy queen. She could assume nothing, but the onyx placed her bet. Cards were cast aside though as Rhiannon steps forward, that brilliant molded neck of hers flexing and stretching as her touch lands on Zandora's skin. Her muscles coil underneath her teeth, the pain little compared to the want. Rhiannon just placed Zandora in check mate, and she had no problem with that would mean. The siren's eyes do not leave the liquid golden silver concoction of orbs, the song of the siren singing through lips and looks. Rhi's nickname given to her shivered through feverish skin, memories sparking of other nicknames she was given. Oh how she loved to be called something so exotic, so different, so enticing. The stripen fox does seem to make her priorities aware and the crowned coal creature respected such, a reward even offered. "Let's get you settled in then?" She winks. Letting a veil of seriousness sweep through her lines, she moves away(unfortunately) from the fox, allowing the swing of her hips to be her view as Zandora led her past the sentinels and through the borders, through the barriers of lone wonderings and into that of new purpose. "Talk?" OCC: @Rhiannon I'm back! Let me know if we wanna make a new thread or just tag deimos No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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