Flutters and Welcomes

Flutters and Welcomes

Ghost the Cadaverous Posts: 219

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 6 years HP: 67 | Buff: ENDURE

Fantôme :: Grey Wolf :: None imi

07-04-2014, 01:44 PM (This post was last modified: 07-04-2014, 01:46 PM by Ghost.)

Deception and perfection are wonderful traits
One will breed love, the other hate

The world had fallen to a brief moment of peace and the cadaverous banshee was growing ever bored, her mission list came to the number nought and her mind was numbed by tedium. To chase away lethargy, Ghost had travelled not too far to the south of her home and into the dark forests of the Threshold, seeking solace in shadow. She had patrolled the border enough and it was time to venture out into the wilds again, seeking knowledge and obtaining recruits. The banshee still had the duties of her herd to fulfil after all, no matter how the doldrums played heavy on her mind. Perhaps Seele would be kind enough to give her another mission, something other than patrolling and recruiting to fill her time, though whilst the world sat in peace the chances of that were becoming slimmer. The juice filled summer grasses soon turned to short, moist moss that littered the floor of the woodland that she stalked quietly, her starved gaze looking for something or someone to take up her interest.

It was after sometime of travelling at a fairly sedate pace that Ghost came across a greying mare. Her mane fell on folds of various ashen shades that framed her light form that was smaller than the sprite's own. She was nothing to write home about and her normality was almost quite a novelty in a land that seemed increasingly full of the weird. Her possessions did not include a wing nor a horn nor some strange genetic twist that might cause a stirring whisper. No she was simple, delicate and pretty in the sunlight that clasped against her granite body. Summer's insects fluttered around her in a beautiful way that was easy on the eye, but Ghost was here for different reasons.

The spy moved in and walked carefully out into a stray bright beam that cut through the forest to illuminate her lithe bodice decorated in various mutations, clear in the full light of day. Her gaze portrayed nothing, no suspicion and no joy, just a mare approaching another mare. "What brings you here, may I ask?" Her voice drifted across like a cool breeze and was presented in a simple curious way.

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