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12-17-2014, 08:35 PM
F A B L E She stands on the border, her senses telling her to stop. Empty blue eyes sweep over the barren landscape, slowly coming to life. Patches of melted snow lay here and there, but for the most part new grass has started growing, fresh and young. She turns her head to gaze into the valley, nestled into the mountains. As far as she can see, there is nobody around, but it does not matter, for soon someone would come. She knows this as she allows the breeze to carry her scent away into the Basin. She has come here for one reason only; to practise. She sought to ally with the Basin to practise stealing. She does not wish to join, or actually steal, merely to be part of the alliances so she can practise without making enemies just yet. She would have to find out who the allies of the Basing is, of course, if they let her, that is. Although her days of herds were long gone, swept away by the winds of change, she knew the herd life well. She knew of the basic ranks necessary to every herd, she knew of the things the ranks did. Her most beloved rank was that of the Ghosts; stealing. But she does not know anything of this place called Helovia, and so she must learn. That is why she has come here today. She lifts her dished head and her nostrils flare as she tries to find a scent. None. She lowers her head and pricks her ears, waiting for any movement. She will learn to survive in Helovia yet. Speech |
