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10-21-2013, 03:05 AM
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The mistress Leto speaks her fresh title, a title that is hidden with a song and covered with letters. In between the question she posed, the little warrior yawns, and a further curl of the lip upwards in slight bemusement. It's a interesting creation, it will grow to be fearsome, and powerful beyond measures. When the question is posed, Leto closes the lids to her orbs and allows the softest of smiles to grow upon her maw. She seems to be pleased, yet the shadow mare listens as she tells her she knows not of her happiness. The warrior is confused at dear Leto's words as well, for the ink feline lift's it's dome and tilts it to the side in misunderstanding. She speaks of joy at the prospect of finding a place to rest her head, and yet paradoxically she speaks of idiocy. A mixed, bubbling emotion that rises with low whisper in her tone, in her song. The softest of sympathies escapes her in quiet song to match her own, low and lilting. "Your words brim with insecurities. Allow trust to flow around the river of your minds edge, your family is essential to you. The walls of brotherhood extend from that which share our flesh and lineage, to that which we defend and care for. That which we trust our existences to. A choice is better then no choice at all, my dear Leto. No matter the outcome, we must prevail." The webs spin, the gears turn in her mind, she is a clockwork of intelligence and dark emotion, a clockwork of confusing wires and oil, tears and silk as thin as paper and just as delicate. A shadow mare who can stand in the midst of the burning sun, a shadow mare who is a eternal paradox, living as a example for the generations to come. Do not be cursed, her history breathes, do not be as the damned. Yet, Leto smiles as she lifts her pearls to gaze outwards upon the divines land, and the shade's visuals follow her own into the flame-lit corridors. What does she say, hmm? To explore, to learn, to find treasures of the deep? "Indeed, lady Leto. Let us venture." The darkened shade grins with the slightest hints of the insane in her violet orbs, moving forth before the Lady may speak again. This is her home, the land of the insane, the grinning toothed fruits, the jagged smiles and demons that lurked in the corridors. She was as at home here as she was anywhere, she was comfortable in this land, and made a point of declaring her rule here. A keen gaze scans the corners of her vision with alert harks, dare anything make a move that even appeared threatening, she would impale them with her horn. And make a new decoration!, she thought with glee. Oh ho ho, what fun! |
Cause she's a Cruel Mistress
And a bargain must be made
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