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The herd of pegasus are not here, they're guiding her to the Sanctuary (:
she's going to try and ask him to join the basin and come along with her to the sanctuary, hope that's ok <3
 She’s following the pegasus’ (pegasi?) She can hear them far off, the beating of their wing strokes pushing and propelling them. For a moment, while she runs, she ponders the thought of perhaps the same feathered appendages adorning her broken silver patterned body. The hint of smile toys with the left edge of her mouth, something that hasn’t happened since she was chased away from her home and then chased again from the Endless shores… Helovia was folding and ever since the start of its unraveling, Tangere has been wound in the web of undead chaos right along with it. The land still breathes, she is not dying. She is laughing. And wherever those Gods of theirs [Helovians] are, they’re probably not laughing. We’ve tried to harvest, contain and control her [Helovia] and she is not impressed. She’s pushing back – seeping her magic into our veins [Helovians], and taking what she wants from us; as if to say: ‘Hey you little fucks, I’m still stronger than you and I always will be. Just a reminder, mmk?’ And Tang isn’t about to deny that she’s absolutely correct. Nothing like the wrath of scorned earth… Sweat foams at its usual spots, gnarled in her medium length Orangemoon coat which appears tatters and dirty. Her legs are caked in mud; the plume of hair covering her ankles is in thickened strands of packed dirt and moisture. Her body is numb to the exhaustion; fear and adrenaline – shock – are now manning the ship. It feels as though she’s been running for days, stopping only to meekly hope for help, most of which is utterly denied to her. No matter though, the list of names will still be engrained in her mind once the darkness clears…if she survives to see it do so, that is. She’s moving down over a hill and nearly collides with the stallion with a mouthful of mystery bones. She takes no notes on him at first, looking down after stumbling to a skidding stop. “Sor –” Her dark eyes flick upward and settle on his face, rain conveniently begins to mist over them; light drops seemingly float between her gaze and him. His horn catches the light like glass, the beads of rain glittering as it travels slowly down the sharp bone and onto his forehead. Slowly her face contorts into a bright, childish grin, as if seeing a long lost love or relative after many years. He is not a lover, a relative or a comrade from the past – he is a complete stranger. But this stranger has horn…and that.. THAT makes him blood. “Hello there.” Her voice is eerily calm for what a hot mess she currently is. Her panting has cooled to light controlled breaths, her ribcage still expanding fairly dramatically but otherwise she doesn’t appear as winded as she really is. “Do you know what’s happening right now?” She steps closer and fixes her posture so it doesn’t look like a cat that just fell from a tall tree. “In this land…do you realize what you’ve just walked into, my friend?” this is more than she’s spoken to a stranger in a long long time. Her voice chimes almost softly, but with a pinch of shrillness to it, “We’re fighting for our lives here.” She exhales and directs her eyes to a recent commotion in the distance, Tangere knows it’s the sound of someone’s violent metamorphosis into a monster, but remains quiet of the fact. She smiles a little wider, the feature looking and feeling completely foreign to her, staring at him with her head slightly tilted to one side. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
she's going to try and ask him to join the basin and come along with her to the sanctuary, hope that's ok <3
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
