While We Sleep [Welcoming]

[OPEN] While We Sleep [Welcoming]

Arah Posts: 343

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie

05-16-2014, 04:48 PM

- Arah -

As The Reaper approached, Arah bowed her head respectfully. "Lord Deimos." Still sure that she did not trust the golden hued stallion she had arrived with, the doe crossed through the light snow that covered the ground, coming to stand next to Deimos. Finally the call of her bonded reached her ears, the griffin sailed through the air and landed on the ground next to her. "Thank you Wynter." Choosing not to add anything else to her Lord's questions, Arah now stood quietly watching the features on Thranduil deceiving face. Narrowing her golden eyes, the ivory doe waited for him to (hopefully) respectfully answer The Reaper's question. For in the end, Deimos would know about his little show in the Threshold. Keeping the herds best interests at heart, the doe could not just let anyone be accepted into the herd. Especially the herd where her daughters lived. Yet first Deimos would scour and search the Thranduil, while this happened she would watch and wait for him to slip up or pretend to be something her wasn't. From his display during their first meeting, Arah did not believe that he was fit to live within The Basin. Yet at the same time, that was not her call to make; she was not The Lady of The Basin. The thoughts she had on possible recruits would not always be shared among her leaders.

Wynter spread her wings and gently landed onto Arah's back. Height wise her companion was standing just below her knees and was growing fast. It was starting to become obvious that her bratty bonded was going to be quite a large specimen. Getting comfortable on Arah's back, Wynter finally laid down; during the griffin's entire theatrics however Arah paid her no mind. Magical eyes still trained on Thranduil she waited for her moment of opportunity. Bringing him had been the beginning of her fight to show him that underneath all his bravo and male ego, she believed that she knew exactly what he was. Pressing her lips together, the doe remained silent and watchful. Ever watchful.

Kissing the Frozen Flowers

And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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