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He bobbed his head, and Nyx's awestruck gaze followed the jig of his antlers. They really were quite magnificent. He revealed that they were magic, and the silver mare's spine tingled with delight at another mention of Helovia's powers. She was learning day by day that this place exuded an energy perhaps even stronger than Isilme, and every new mention of its queer powers caused her to almost shudder with the thrill of it. She was, after all, quite scholarly by nature, and enjoyed discovering things that challenged her beliefs. She had never thought it possible to create a wall out of an artificial material, yet the glass barricade of the Edge shattered that line of thinking in seconds. Now here was a stallion with horns that he wasn't born with - the sky was the limit, and the mare itched with her desire to find out as much as she could about all Helovia had to offer. "You have other magic too?" she asked, ever curious. His wording made it seem like his antlers weren't the only supernatural thing he possessed, and she greedily craved more information. He also mentioned Mara, and Nyx's gaze flickered back to the serpent. Surely, surely he couldn't be bonded to the creature? As if befriending horned hell-dogs wasn't odd enough. Gaucho spoke of a Sun God, and again the girl's interest was piqued. She did not believe in gods, spectres or spirits, putting her faith only in the three great creators of their races - Nieque, Cinnoru and Sepagus. "Sun God?" Still she pushed for answers, like digging for gold - she hoped she wouldn't irritate him. Perhaps her very obvious awe would help her cause, as what stallion wouldn't want to have a mare openly devouring him with her gaze and bombarding him with questions about what made him unique? He confirmed her suspicion that Mara was indeed his snake, that he had raised her from an egg as another gift of this Sun God. Perhaps Nyx was going to have to start believing in that which she had fiercely denied all her life - the existence of gods. Magic, that was fine. Creatures that could share one's mind, peachy. But gods, otherworldly creatures who bestowed gifts on their strongest minions, who pulled the strings of society from behind the scenes? To the grey dove, that was one step too far. Shaking herself from her reverie, she looked again at the snake. She would certainly be a fierce battle-sister, as long as she could be controlled. "You are very lucky, Gaucho. I imagine she causes quite the stir on the battlefield." It would be a fine tactic, to disrupt a foe's concentration via the use of a big-fanged poison-monster, then strike them when their guard was down. Dishonourable, perhaps, but successful. |
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[OPEN] The World
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12-20-2013, 12:14 PM
OOC: I actually snorted water all over the keyboard at 'had he missed bath-day' xDD
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RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 06:57 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 07:21 PM
RE: The World - by Archibald - 12-19-2013, 08:15 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-19-2013, 09:04 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-19-2013, 09:23 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 12:14 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-20-2013, 01:00 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-20-2013, 07:05 PM
RE: The World - by Gaucho - 12-23-2013, 02:03 PM
RE: The World - by Nyx - 12-26-2013, 09:01 PM
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