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Imonada Posts: 61
Hidden Account atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.1hh :: 3 (Frostfall) HP: 58 | Buff: NOVICE
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10-03-2015, 08:51 PM (This post was last modified: 10-03-2015, 08:52 PM by Imonada.)

Soft and cool, for nights up here are still yet untouched by the nascent Tallsun, one broad patch of particularly biddable pale mint bentgrass serves as a fine place to tuck her lean legs beneath her and settle for the afternoon with a neat, graceful fold down. The spectacular view was much agreeable, too, with pale purple mountains against a silvery sky, the upper halves of long fallen elephant gods justly shrouded by curtains of great mist; the range rimming the field of vision until disappearing beneath a heavier blanket of fog in the westend. It is relatively quiet here save the occasional musical chime of a meadowlark. Imonada dreamily stares at the infamous cloud crown of this place for some time as it drifts soundlessly across the edges of the pasture, spying long lost faces formed from a mold of vapor, their expressions all twisted in deep agony, before distorting back into a featureless wall of shimmery ash grey.

There were a few others here, only faintly and occasionally glimpsed, dotted along the horizon. One couple is arguing, their angry voices blurred, their passion not. Another small group off to the north huddle together in clandestine meeting, one lifting a head to fervently survey the scattered others in the field. Imonada has already watched them all; boredly grinding her teeth, she carefully pushes both her wings to action and they fan out with the perseverance of the rising sun in a therapeutic stretch. One is perfection, the right, a marvelous art piece of superlative function and high design, exquisitely crafted for speed, endurance, and wide ranged maneuvering. The left bears the same champion ideal in original build, but laid out so it lifts and tilts at an odd angle, the base jutting unnaturally with old mangled bone. Both dark as sin, their glossy obsidian feathers splay through the grass with a luxurious sprawl.

The frame of long lashes that encircle her oblique eyes begin to drift down in sleepy sweeps. Fighting off the siren call of a catnap, she opts instead to lay her faintly hooked ears back and, with a heavy, focusing sigh through the nose, she begins meditating.


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our lady of sorrows - by Imonada - 10-03-2015, 08:51 PM
RE: our lady of sorrows - by Rowtag - 10-13-2015, 08:42 AM
RE: our lady of sorrows - by Imonada - 10-19-2015, 01:52 PM

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