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07-19-2015, 09:17 PM
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Notes: For @[Déodat] and @[Nyx] - This is a dream thread. d'Arcy is aged roughly three years and is operating on the basis have having been born and raised in Helovia. It’s up to you how much your character will remember/recognize her in this dream and in the future. When born she will have no recollection of these events. Family was such a strange thing. Allegiance to a group that one chose was one thing, but no one is able to choose their family. Whether by chance or some divine intervention, all are born into a group that, for better or worse, will shape and define them for the rest of their lives. It was a mystery that d’Arcy had often wondered on, fruitless as wondering might be. She and her twin had always been pulled together, each defined by the existence of the other, feelings and history bound with need and love and loyalty. To a lesser extent she felt the same of her parents, but there were moments that she wondered, were she able to separate herself from that attachment, if she would have chosen them at all. Logic aside, she didn’t feel right without her brother and he’d been gone far too long. The bitter grip of Frostfall was tight upon Helovia, but there were times when even the winds relented and gave way to stillness. The skies were merciful today, and though the temperature hung well below freezing, the midday sun was enough to take away some of the bite. It’s rays sent the ice and snow glittering in a blinding display of white and blue that went unmarred save by a few shadows of rock and the figure of a red mare. She stood where the empty bridge of land met the ocean, a bold slash of muddy scarlet against the pristine backdrop, and looked out over the ice. Even under the thickness of her winter coat, the young mare was long and lithe. Her mother’s muscle and her father’s height that made for an elegant frame, even if it wast’s the most suited for such cold. She was taking full advantage of the break in the weather to travel towards the Basin, as few would be happy to find themselves without shelter in this season. Still, there were others that lived farther to the north and she would not let such things keep her from her journey. From her position, she could see the rise of snow covered mountains that hid the Aurora Basin in their midst. She could only hope her father would be able to help her. black heart's comin' she’s a cold machine cuts like a knife, gentle and clean |
