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Notes: For @[d'Artagnan] - 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 the future. When born she will have no recollection of these events. Thud! Two hooves struck the ice at the edge of the lake, attempting to break through to reach the water underneath but it did not yield. The red mare snorted in frustration and pulled back to strike again. Two, three, four times she pummeled the ice beneath her, each blow sending frozen red drops down from the stains that marred the bottom few inches of her normally pristine front socks. Luckily, the cold air had dried and frozen the blood quick enough not to leave much of a trail, but what had clung to her legs still lingered and she wanted it off. Going to the hot springs would have been much easier but it would have taken longer and d’Arcy’s penchant for cleanliness usually won out over her patience. She always preferred not to get her own hands dirty but there were times that it was unavoidable and the young spy had never shrunk away from what was necessary. Of course, ‘spy’ was a rather narrow word for what she was becoming, but then, her focus was always on a larger goal. Spy, assassin, thief, advisor, each position had it’s own set of tasks associated with it but she made herself what she needed to be in order to do what needed to be done. Crack! The ice finally gave way and opened a whole wide enough to fit her front feet and she plunged her hooves into the frigid water. Her makeshift puddle was barely six inches deep but that was far enough and she set to work. She scrubbed frantically at the stains until the blood has dispersed into the icy water and then more until she was satisfied. When she stepped away the only trace of her difficult morning left were three red flecks that had strayed to mark her white cheek and so went unnoticed. black heart's comin' she’s a cold machine cuts like a knife, gentle and clean |
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Red Right Hand [dream] - by NPC - 07-19-2015, 11:02 PM
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