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Frost Fyre Posts: 198

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy

10-07-2013, 05:54 PM

She hums a gentle tune, a lullaby she had heard in the past somewhere. The gentle rhythm lulling her mind, soothing her thoughts. She walked gracefully, grey knives leaving no trace on the beaten path. Her tall pillars moved with a gentle yet swift gait, sweeping dirt and debris into the air as she moved. She let her tail fall behind her, the hair on her tail waving in the air as she moved. Her glimmering banner streamed behind her as she kicked herself into a faster pace, weaving her way through the undergrowth.

A shimmering bodice slid through the trees, and she perked her audits, suddenly alert. She slid further into the weave of trees, emerald eyes tracking a golden body. She saw two others already on the prowl, the two of them probably wishing to capture this soul for their own purposes. She would not have it, no, she would ensnare the crowned for her herd, and let those filthy mutts starve. She approached him, a smile drawn across her soft features, her emeralds glimmering. His hind end was covered in golden dust that spread to below his knees. His eyes were surrounded by the same flakes of golden powder, pits of a foamy ocean blue surrounded by an island of sand. His mane was that same ocean blue, but an added green to it. A teal weaving of cropped hair is piled on his neck, the hair far too short to touch the dark flesh. His tail hung at his ankles, a mass of golden threads with ivory string intertwined. The maiden offered a bow, glancing up at him. She had nearly missed the greatest and most important detail! A branch like horn of teal was woven around a horn or glimmering gold, the crown placed perfectly on his dark brow. She opens her dark lips, offering her melodic voice into the lyrical harmony already created by the two mares. "Brother, I'd like to tell you there is a land North of here that will welcome you with open arms. Do not listen to those woman, for they cannot provide such a home as the Basin, the land of the Crowned. Ask me questions if you wish brother, and I shall fill your mind with the answers." She sank back, looking the flaked man up and down, pausing at his golden hooves. They were split down the middle just as hers, another feature of the Crowned.

The maiden was not against the other species, the First and the Feathered. She treated all the species equally, but tried to hide it. Deep down she had an odd respect for the First species, but only because she had been tormented by two First psychos she had ran into in the Marsh. The Feathered she respected because they were the ones who could fly, who could truly be free. She herself was grounded, gifted not with a pair of wings, but with a horn on her brow. She did not mind it, but some nights she dreamed of flight and soaring high above the Earth. Pulling herself from her mind's abyss, she averted her emerald eyes back to the Crowned stallion.

"Speech."

FROST FYRE

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