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12-25-2014, 06:19 PM
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But rising on up and then tumbling down Dual toned eyes of the Regem caeli befall her clear skin, glued to her shimmering bodice, searing into her as many do upon her arrival. His face is decorated with stars that dance across his features, flowing down and beneath his barrel, jugular caressed by midnight's lips. Dark blue hair flows gently over his hocks, wrapping around his hooves. Beneath a starry breast must be a beating heart just as her own, but it pumps blood and not just for the sake of beating to maintain her soul. He has blood flowing through his very veins, keeping him alive, and with a simple slash to the throat his life will fade. Her life will remain, her surface may break but she has no blood to be lost, meaning she is ever lasting. No longer are they alone, a dark presence lurking within the bushes, a demon revealing herself with pale eyes and dark skin, a twisted crown between her brows. She is not petite and fragile but thickly built, her muscles rippling beneath her not yet fully developed frame. She is naught more than three at least, maybe brushing over the age of a year. Crystalline ears flicker as she speaks, her guide clicking his beak, timuerint alieni, he rasps, feathers ruffled at the sight of the dark stranger. The wicca speaks in the tongue native to the land, questioning their names, claiming she reins from the Basin, the frigid peaks to the North. Ut non dicam nomini tuo, the voice hisses, "Name is unimportant," her voice is monotone, face failing to find emotion as she drags her eyes to the mare. In enters an older woman of chestnut, face and hooves blanketed in gentle snowy white colours, her body traditional, unique in its own simplicity. Seeking comfort in the gentle brush of silver fingertips that touched her soul, a thick binding between her guide and her keeping her company as he sings to her sweetly to soothe her. Face still blank as a stone slate, she flicks her ears forward with little intent on listening to the relator, tossing her head gently to the side to view Regem caeli, intent on only listening to him for he is the focus of her journey. Listening to his words, she answers without moving, her voice resonating from within than from the vocal cords that should settle within her body if it was of flesh than glass. "Given gifts from tree, received my Lior." She turns slightly to show off her light, understanding the circumstances he opens his wings, rising up to reveal dark wings, lunar eyes settling upon the guests before her, beak opening to reveal a threatening scream. Ears teeter, she smiles feeling pride swell within. "Do not know much of Helovia." She feels guilty for not knowing how to present the land to this man, only because she too is but a babe to this ancient land. "talk talk talk" well it's part of the process
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