Your cold heart makes my spirit shake

[PRIVATE] Your cold heart makes my spirit shake

Ghost the Cadaverous Posts: 219

Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Hybrid :: 16hh :: 6 years HP: 67 | Buff: ENDURE

Fantôme :: Grey Wolf :: None imi

07-10-2014, 07:38 AM

Deception and perfection are wonderful traits
One will breed love, the other hate

The question was... Why?

Ghost stood on a floating island with a confused kind of look on her face. It was a ridiculous place where waterfalls flew off the sides and banners danced in the wind signifying the herd they represented. The spy stood in the camp of the Hidden Falls after noticing the growing shadow over her herd land, the sprite had followed it upwards by wing until she had discovered the strange looking island that did as it pleased regardless to the rest of the world below. Around her now were roads leading into the camp, an ostentatious ground that looked to form an arena for battle and at the heart of it all was a green tent like they were stuck in some kind of carnival. Yet, why indeed, where they here? The Gods appeared to have plans and Ghost impatiently waited for them to begin their mischief for this place was far to fancy and deliberate for a whim.

Dark hooves took her away from the flamboyant scenery of the world before her and she tracked back towards the sand filled arena, looking at its undisturbed state and silently wishing someone would come and... Disturb it. Spars here would be in front of a crowd of horses packed into the same area, the winner would receive total glory and the loser would face the depths of humiliation. A better and more exciting way to fight was what the sprite thought.

A small sigh passed through the lips of the banshee and she looked to the clouds surrounding the floating pompous mound of dirt, grass and water. It oozed a sense of peace, of lethargic tranquility that made the small sigh slightly more prolonged. The world was better when it was in strife, it's secrets easily became free to the beady eyes of this undercover agent. Yet, with the herds all together being so close, Ghost began to see a bit of merit in this kind of peace. Rubbing shoulders with old enemies was bound to enflame old wounds. This kind of setting would have made it easy for her mother to drive a well timed horn through the heart of her brother, alas, her mother had been missing for some time now and Ghost simply presumed her dead. Or perhaps that was more wishful thinking.

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