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12-24-2013, 11:31 AM
The voice that called out her name across the gently drifting snow was familiar, drawing to mind a pale blue place which had rain dousing the world outside, a handsome face and a keen intellect. She had not seen him since then, her first truly thrilling male encounter; Deodat. He had been charming and excellently formed, a soldier of the same army that she was destined to lead. Where had he been? Slipping away from her hidden position in the tree line where she had been observing the goings on and pondering the words of the Moon, the golden Lady held her crown proudly and moved with a graceful and long legged trot towards the source of the call. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound like it was good – was an army coming to march on them? Had the Moon spurred her idiots into action? She finds him alone, but for Deimos, and there is little panic in the air aside from the fact that it seems both men have rushed into this meeting as well. Giving no thoughts to the dark beast who loitered alongside her as she came to a halt, she looks to Deodat with a gleaming smile and bright eyes, happy to see that he is well. The smile faltered as she notes the glistening of his sides and the heavy dragging of his breath, a sure sign of having run a long distance in a short time. Ears falling back a slight degree, she mirrors the words of Deimos in a less rigid fashion. "Deodat! What devil is chasing you?" her voice is calm but belied by the dark glimmer that shines in her eyes, the creases of worry that form around their golden expanse and about the tender curvature of her lips Illynx |
