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07-28-2015, 07:14 PM
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So my last entering into Helovia had been borish, and I was only greeted by a lower individual. I had soon left him, after discovering what I needed to know, before going on my own way. Now I was back here again, entering the lands tentatively. Blue eyes peered from beneath long black tresses (which touched and dragged softly along the ground) that curled delicately and cascaded down my neck. Ah you siren you. Only any man could fall at your feet. I made sure to keep a meticulous upkeep. The long mane and tail where groomed to remain soft and beautiful, and to avoid dreading. I usually took a very long time, but the end effect was completely worth it. I was very beautiful, and I knew it too. The names of herds that I had pried from that slave pressed through my mind, and I wondered who I might meet on my adventure through this land.. So, I, the beautiful siren, pushed through the cold snow, perfectly warm under the long mane that dragged on the ground. Come and find me everyone. Bask in the glory that is I. I am your queen, your true ruler... And you may think, is she a war monger? No, the siren prefers to kill in more delicate and creative ways. Luring you in with her song, before poisoning her victims into a deep sleep that they simply just never awaken from. Her hooves are never dirty, as the siren wears gloves to keep them clean. |
