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06-21-2014, 10:15 PM
For @[Illynx] & @[Lena], but it's open for anyone she may run into on her way in.
 The silver haired unicorn breaks through the icy borders of the Basin rather unceremoniously, as she does most things in her life. Phrixus hops down from her withers into the open air to the cliff faces beside them. She walks along a less traveled path winding through the Steppe and connecting to the Basin’s main entrance road; the mountainside is open and looks to be a million miles up and down. The pale raven that is her adventure partner doesn’t seem to mind the alpine space – he makes this apparent as he dips and swoops and calls out in celebration of spreading his wings. Tangere jogs onward into the heart of her home, passed the giant machine who she gives a small glance to as she saunters by, toward the web of caves lining the edge of the Basin’s guts. The weather is nice this far North, no sweltering heat or bugs lay unbearable siege on this place as they do most other places in Helovia. Of course the bugs do come, but not in deadly, soul sucking clouds. She shivers as the thought crosses her mind. She whickers to the bird soaring through the branches and over the statues titanic frame, the black eyed raven grabs at her scarred withers for a place to perch; she happily carries him into the conifer forests that dot Aurora Basin. The elk do not stir as she moves through the narrow pathways toward her destination, neither do the owls or the hawk’s nests. Phrixus and his mare are utterly except the patter of her well worn feet and the soft whuff of her breathing as she jogs steadily along. After a while the mare slows and stops, she’s caught the faint yet fresh scent of Illynx. There’s a good chance it’s not going to help her locate the Queen, but either way, she has decided her and the bird will wait here until she or Lena (or anyone of use, really) passes through the forest paths. She picks a mossy bed beside the rooted road, folding her lithe limbs beneath her and letting her mind drift. Phrixus keeps vigil, firmly eyeballing each passerby, cooing quietly to the half-sleeping mare beneath him. “” CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
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