Stronghold [Welcoming]

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[OPEN] Stronghold [Welcoming]

Illynx the GildedBlade Posts: 413

Hidden Account atk: 7.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 13 HP: 67.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Kyst :: Common Griffon :: Zapping Jab Bunnie

09-18-2014, 11:11 AM

The devil bent my ear today about his magical elixir

That would make the sorrow go away

The smell of dark and dampness cleaves to her, recently returned from the dark bowels of the serpentine caverns dappling the mountainsides; glowing particles cling to her lips as she trots across the yellowing grasses touched with the first of snows from the tent, having stopped there after depositing the mushrooms in the storage cavern to assuage about how many more would be need to fully light both the tent and the large area she’d like to have encircled with the soft light they emitted.

There are two figures at her gate, and as always, she is eager to see who the strange smell belongs to and whether or not the dark silhouette alongside Thranduil will be fitting to her loose guidelines.

From her experience in greeting the arrivals to the mountain, she is far more lenient and accepting of the myriad faces that appear on her doorstep in comparison to the Reaper, who seeks only those who will fulfill his fantasies of conquest rather than the ultimate goal that would involve them all, not just the hand selected murderers raised gently in the clandestine hearts of those who knew of the Plague. Luckily, the one she discovers is of a dark enough heart upon first glances to appease even her picky co-ruler, and the smile that she shares with him in warm and welcoming in comparison to the almost snide one that flashes as she lays eyes on the arrogant spy.

Thranduil, darling. Are you waiting for the snows to come to hide in the warmer regions once more? her smirk is playful and taunting, golden eyes glimmering and amused as she tosses her forelock from her gaze and turns her attentions to the stranger alongside her… friend.

Welcome, welcome, she quips, a nod bending her muscled neck gracefully, her body poised for elegance and dangerous beauty, I am the Lady Illynx.

_{Artist | Background | Horse Head | Horse Figure | Table by Time}

Magic/assault allowed to be used on Illynx at any time, in so far as it does not kill or seriously maim her without my permission.

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