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Dark hooves gain a solid purchase on the ground when the hybrid drops from the sky. A satisfying thud resonates from beneath each blunt weapon as the bird sets each pillar down, pulling her wings in at her sides once she is sure that her body has settled. Amber eyes reflect the glow of the cave as the bird peers into it. Light is not the only substance that its gaping maw emits, for the Earth's warm breath tugs playfully at the maiden's wild locks. What is this place? As alive as the cave may appear, it is unable to provide an answer for the descending bird. Loose soil and crumbling rocks shift underneath her sliding feet, announcing her arrival to any who have found themselves in this peculiar place. Whilst striped legs seek to gain purchase on the slick brown steps, a penetrative stare rakes over the surroundings. Her radiant body weaves between the stalagmites, admiring the height of their jagged peaks. You'd think this to be the maw of some beast.Her dark thoughts are a nesting ground for more of the cavern's shadow to form. How many have discovered this place just to get lost in its belly? It is one question that the Chieftess has no desire to answer. A blood-dipped wing is about to run up the length of a particularly large tooth when the bird detects another's presence. White-rimmed eyes shift from the cavern's sharp edges to the mare's rounded ones. They take in the equine's slender build and porcelain hair, emitting a snort of distaste when she sees that her crown is outlined by the cave's fiery glow. She certainly looks like a saint, but the truth lies beneath the flesh. What secrets do you keep, dainty thing? The maiden's stare hardens when it settles on the trinket resting at her dappled breast. A feathered wither lifts in interest, but her face remains devoid of any emotion. Instead of drawing attention to the foreigner's precious little item, the cunning bird gestures towards one of many tunnels with her nose. "I trust you don't secretly desire to take a fiery swim, but I am going further in these caves if it interests you." She hesitates briefly, unsure of whether or not this invitation is wise. She does not know this mottled figure, after all. "Bellona." A name is offered as if to make up for their lack of companionship; nothing more than what was given to her at birth -- no title, no land, nothing. The peahen shrugs her broad shoulders. Seems like a good enough introduction to her. "Let's go." |
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