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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

#13

11-16-2013, 02:34 AM

"I do hail from the Basin. And yes, our desires of power are strong, but at least we do not threaten lives with acid bites and blood dyed hair." Her last sentence is spat, her ears laid back. She would never forgive the two mares who threatened her, who scared her into becoming a tattler of tales. The fae was left with her ears pressed back, the black mare beginning her own flirtatious little dance with the Weaver, answering his questions in a stupid, lyrical voice that was sure to soften a man's heart. A dead man's heart, that is.

The mistress of shadow weaves her words, answering the Sandman's questions. The maiden herself is mesmerized by the sand he weaves, his gift something the fae finds enjoyable, a time passer. Flicking her ears at the mare, the fae opens her soft lips, a half smile pressed to her face. "Can you really be so foolish? She is weaving a trap of her own, wishing to snare you in her devilish shadow claws. Don't drop your guard boy or you'll find yourself somewhere you wish not to be. Don't lose yourself in a herd of madmen and circus freaks. Why not live high and mighty with the kings and queens? Led by the Reaper and the Lady GildedBlade, you'll find yourself able to become a weaver for the divines, a phantom who creeps in night, a scholar who is to know all, or a soldier, able to defend the frozen valley." The fae simply leaves her lyrics to drift, glaring at the black mare with a hate so strong. She drags her emeralds to the tall stallion with green stained lips, another of the massive madmen. This gold and teal stud must know not to chase after the freaks, or else he will surely be doomed. "And unlike the other lands, the Basin was given to the Crowned by the God of Time and Shock, a gift for our glory."

A sickening venom overwhelms her words, and she is nearly spitting threats at the black woman and her pet. "You are far too gifted to live with such scum as this. And they are led by a bloody, lying bitch." She spits, ears plastered to her neck. She would never again let a group so foul stink up the air she breathes. Never will she let their poison into her veins. Crossing strings over hearts, the fae sinks back, tongue ready to strike more venomous verses.

"Speech."
[angry frost is angry :I]

FROST FYRE

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