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Rhiannon Posts: 76
Outcast atk: 4.0 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 6 Years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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08-01-2014, 08:32 PM (This post was last modified: 08-01-2014, 08:35 PM by Rhiannon.)
Rhiannon honestly wasn't used to this shit.

The Brindled Devil let out a harsh, aggravated huff of a breath, the misty furls of her breath curling upwards only to fade in the sparse evening light. She had returned from venturing outside the Basin walls, just because she could do whatever the fuck she wanted, and she had brought back nothing but anger, but rage. Hell, 'rage' was far too pale a word for the dark turmoil that threatened to rip her mind in two, that made her want to scream and thrash and tear things apart with teeth, hooves, and horns alike.

Burning-gold and frozen-silver orbs stared out harshly across the expanse of the land set before her hooves; a flat landscape with a pleasant backdrop of both the mountain tops and the lake in the distance. In the sky, the sun was beginning to set, setting the sky aflame with burning embers of dying light, but the beauty of the scenery was lost on the troubled soldier. And troubled she was.

Jerking her head to the left, Rhiannon, first born daughter of Crowley, would gnash her teeth, grow still, then toss her head to the right and repeat the process. So tightly that her jaw clenched, the young darkling was surprised that her teeth did not crack from the sheer force of it. How she yearned to tear something apart, to find a outlet for her darker emotions, for her inner demons, for the devils that danced inside her equally black heart.

Oh, this was terribly unhealthy, and it couldn't last... It couldn't. Rhiannon knew it was only a matter of time until her mind snapped, like a twig, like the dried-out old bones that Talbot had chewed upon back when she lived in Crowley's cave, but would snap! in two when Nonnie would stomp on them. Back then, she had laughed at the sound that the cracked bones would make... But now, Rhiannon was positive that she would not laugh when it was her mind that made that very sound.

Another rough breath pushes its way from the brindled soldier's nostrils, and she resists the urge to heave. Instead, she stands like a demon in the dying daylight, stationary and terribly lonely, and so very, very angry.

@[Deimos]

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Devil-May-Care with a Lust for Life [Deimos] - by Rhiannon - 08-01-2014, 08:32 PM

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