The forest is silent and it is maddening to her. The black sylph yearns for something to entertain her the moment the terrain becomes lush with vegetation. She has left behind the blistering heat of desolate wastelands with only vultures for friends. Traded the luminous sun for moonlight, shrouding darkness, and quietness. She never liked the sun much anyways. The light cast recognition to her heresy. It enveloped her in judgment while she walked by strangers… and they would whisper: “Sinner.” Then turn their heads in fear they'd be found out. She'd corrupt them next. She'd spellbind them into devious wretched things!
They didn’t understand.
So it wasn’t with anger she retreated to the life of a wanderer. It was with pity for the small brains that couldn’t comprehend her. Life was full of brutalities. Fate wasn’t at all kind to many the wicked mistress placed her hand upon. It hadn’t been to Gehenna but she didn’t blubber over it, rather picked up her pieces, because even demons could foster attachments, and moved on. It left her swaying gently by the trees. Their branches reached for her as though they were arms welcoming a long lost friend to their abode. A playful breeze lifts the silken tendrils of her mane. It slips in front of her vivid galactic eyes like an enigmatic veil. Perhaps Helovia would love her? The thought is dismissed with a chortle of laughter the moment it enters her mind. How silly of her! The societal flock didn’t love what was beyond their social norms. They didn’t accept what was different…
The consumption of flesh was different. It was heinous and gruesome crime! Regardless, Helovia would garner itself a cannibal today. The Heretic Witch had landed her broom here to manifest new roots.
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05-29-2013, 12:22 PM
05-29-2013, 10:37 PM
The ghostly fae walked through the forest shrouded in darkness for the second time ever. Now, fear was less present in her, for moonlight was shrouding her white bod, giving her a glowing aura, and making her seem more like a deity traveling the forest at these times. But despite her willowy appearance, small and graceful wasn't who she was. Her blood, infested by many different breeds of horses gave her powerful, slender legs, a strong, quite tall body, and an intelligent, youthful mind. Thinking more about the moon now, she couldn't stop herself from thinking. Was there really a goddess who lived up there, capturing the moon with utter grace, not having just a horn, but a pair of powerful wings. Was she there looking down upon this simple, but beautiful equine, trudging through the forest. Gracefully, the girl felt the need to trot through the area, avoiding trees, but still feeling the wrath of the cold wind whipping up against her.
But now she was used to the upcoming winter of Helovia. In some places, it was already covered in snow. Now pricking up her ears, hearing a short but bitter chuckle, Accalia fluidly moved with no effort, trying to keep as quiet as she could as she approached another. Now, Zuri was a beauty yes, and the girl had encountered so many other beautiful mares, but here stood a goddess. There was a sense that told her this was no ordinary horse, but a powerful mare containing powers from the stars. Her beautiful stance seemed like it could bring devastation, and her eyes were so deep and intense, sparkling like stars themselves. Accalia felt like bowing before this eternal creature, but instead she called out to her in a small voice. "Hello. I am Accalia, part of the Assassins", she began quietly. "Do you seek a home?" She questioned, feeling so small besides the...powerful mare.
05-30-2013, 07:41 PM
05-31-2013, 10:05 AM
Lines by Tamme! Paddeh Coloring
05-31-2013, 01:06 PM
Staring deep in those voids, that were supposedly a horses's orbs, the fae felt as if she couldn't rip her gaze away from the eyes that twinkled like twilight. Feeling week in the knees, she saw the other mare observing her, as if peeling away every layer, seeking to know more. The rush of nausea and fear that was building up in her throat was forcefully suppressed. A warrioress does not show fear. But when the eternal seeming mare spoke out, the tones of her voice seemed kind. Feeling flushed by being called 'little bird' it was quite the compliment for her. Accalia lived off of the kind nicknames that were placed upon her, and it made her feel...loved. "We advocate a growing herd, of skilled fighters. We fight for our justices and the justices of others", Accalia recalled from the temporary leader, Tonka.
Though Accalia was never filled in with the real intent of the Assassins, she still felt devoted to Ignita, the first horse to offer her a home. Indebted, she could not leave the group yet, until they have brought glory to their name. In the girl's mind, they were a righteous group carrying out duties for others, and seeking a herd. But the dark mare's question caught the fae off guard, and seeking an answer quick in her mind, she was forced to reply, hoping she didn't bumble her words. "Well, I believe so, though you are still your own individual, with a loving family behind you", Accalia replied. "But freedom is granted within this herd. You may come and go at your pleasure", velvety lips spewed out the words, slightly intimidated by the look the mare was giving her. Not soon after uttering those words did a tall, able bodied stallion appear. Speaking harshly of her herd mates, she felt a retort grow, but due to politeness she did not speak back. Unnecessary fights were being provoked here, and letting out a long, drawn sigh, Accalia spoke. "Assassins are not giving her failure. They're giving her a chance to have a family, possessing fighting skills. We roam the lands, seeking adventure and helping others that need us", Accalia bit back, trying to sound calm, but with an edge of irritation in her voice. What had she done to the Edge? "We carry on the legacy of our one captured lead. We now have another leader that is guiding us through tougher times", Accalia said with a tint of sadness. "It is for her to decide. Honestly, you don't have to be so crude to me, for I haven't provoked any violence", a hard stare was accompanied by her submissive words. No. Anything but submissive. There was a passive quality, but anger was slowly building up in her gut.
05-31-2013, 08:13 PM
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