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[OPEN] Until there's nothing to give

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
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Dead men tell no tales.


Good deeds after good deeds. It was nice to watch the faces of others light up as they realized their work had been appreciated, but a selfish part of Ghost wondered if she would ever get anything for it. Probably not and it was most likely wrong of her to think such things, but she did all the same. Ever since her ascension to Czarina the banshee found herself lost between herself and the duties before her. She didn’t quite realise how much of her time would be spent just checking on little things nor how much travelling there would be. How could one ever sit and plan anything when their mind was constantly busy with other matters. Sighing, the Cadaverous wished Seele was still around so she could ask questions. Although the former spy always acted disinterested and on top of things, in reality, the young mare was rather struggling with all the tasks her new role entailed. How did one wear such a title? With pride and honour, with power and ruthlessness? The fact she knew nothing about the horses she now governed didn’t help her come to an easy conclusion so she hovered between the two. Perhaps time would form the ruler in her, for now the banshee just felt like a small voice in the shadow of the Gallant who had achieved so much already.

Back to her good deed of the day, Ghost roamed the Hidden Falls in search of Rostislav, her General and member of the team who had formed on Sky Island in order to find a killer. She wondered if he had any more information on that too. If not, she could at least relay her own to him, the spy in Ghost hadn’t quite shifted from her habits yet. She had all this information stored away and nowhere to put it.

Making another turn and descending low enough into the Falls so her voice wouldn’t be drowned out by the crashing water, Ghost raised her lips to the air and called on the stocky warrior who liked to carry a flask of some strange concoction. She wondered how on earth he came across such a thing and why on earth he drank it. Did it add an extra enjoyment to the boring lives they led? Who knew, but at least it hadn’t stopped him from performing his duties to the herd so far.

@[Rostislav]

Let the heat of the sun
Reignite your memory
Because if we just turn and run
Let them fire the gun

❚ Force permitted, just don't kill her :3
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Messages In This Thread
Until there's nothing to give - by Ghost - 12-02-2014, 01:04 PM
RE: Until there's nothing to give - by Rostislav - 12-02-2014, 10:42 PM
RE: Until there's nothing to give - by Ghost - 12-06-2014, 01:09 PM
RE: Until there's nothing to give - by Rostislav - 12-08-2014, 12:04 AM

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