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Frosted muscles rippled beneath a large, buxom frame, snow crystals clinging to cascading, curling tresses of ivory and ebony. Mist danced upwards into the crisp morning sky from wide flaring nostrils, dual-tone eyes staring hard at the Sentinel that guarded her path. Through it all, Rhiannon’s head was held high, earthy horns held upwards with pride, posture erect and that of a saluting soldier, unashamed, unafraid. Oh, she was not happy… But the brindled beast knew better than to storm into her homeland unannounced. Things had changed. Things were different. Things were Wrong. Different. Like her. “Pah.” Frozen silver and molten gold oculars glared at the machine, a cold, condemning sneer marring Rhiannon’s pretty face. She remembered this peculiar contraption from before she had left, and she also remembered not to test it. It was a Guardian, a Protector, a warped creation meant to protect the Basin and barr outsiders from ever entering. Outsiders. Those who weren’t welcome. Like her. “Ugh.” It stung, knowing she was nothing but an outsider to the land of her birth. Where was Crowley? Had he returned to the Basin, no longer afflicted by whatever madness had begun rotting his brain? Was he even alive? Where was Hotaru? Surprisingly, at thought of the pale maiden of beauty who had once captured Rhiannon’s attention so wholly did not stir those said emotions from her heart, nor heat from her loins. Maybe the brindled devil had gotten over her. Maybe that was for the better. Where was Illynx? Deimos? Arah? For all she knew, the Basin was now a home-land to tree-hugging, winged harpies. The thought was disgusting. Beneath her hooves, snow crunched, and the wanderer lowered her dark muzzle to lick up a few frozen crystals. At least the snow was the same. Lifting her head, Rhiannon inhaled deeply, intending to let her presence known, and let out a bellowing sound, a beckoning whinny of indignation and rage. Hopefully someone would answer and give her the questions she sought, and maybe, just maybe, let her come home. ooc: Rhiannon will be returning to the Basin. :3 @Zandora |
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Black Madonna [Zandora] - by Rhiannon - 01-11-2016, 12:49 PM
RE: Black Madonna [Zandora] - by Zandora - 01-11-2016, 07:04 PM
RE: Black Madonna [Zandora] - by Rhiannon - 01-12-2016, 01:42 PM
RE: Black Madonna [Zandora] - by Zandora - 01-13-2016, 11:49 PM
RE: Black Madonna [Zandora] - by Rhiannon - 01-18-2016, 12:08 AM
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