you can't get out of this skin.

you can't get out of this skin.

Frost Fyre Posts: 198

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy

06-09-2016, 08:59 PM

frost fyre

Watching the girl was dizzying. Her pastel bodice, swathed in the sunrise, looked as if it would fall apart to the wind that caressed her. She stammered softly and curved her neck softly and even her unruly locks were a soft curtain in their eyes. She was soft, she was light, she was—scared?

Frost's brow raised. She instinctively leaned back, withdrawing herself from the hazy, pastel world of the wintry stranger. The mottled maiden wrapped her leonine tail around her hocks anxiously, confused as to why the stranger was backing away. A moment ago she had seemed almost relaxed—weary, yes, but that was to be expected.

Her companion tensed at her side, and even Frost couldn't deny that the stranger's pastels were raking over his runes. The cerndyr tipped his head to one side, looking to his bonded with a puzzled expression and a prodding mind. She found no words to answer him with, and looked hastily back to the cerulean dipped girl with a perplexed expression.

The sprite spoke, then, her lyrics diaphanous and filled with distrust. Despite the dainty nature of her words, they felt like the sharpest daggers in the heart of the cerndyr. He staggered backwards, tilting his crowned head towards the forest floor in shame. 'I scare her?' he asked his bonded softly, guiltily, as though he already knew the answer to be yes.

The maiden's emeralds flicked to the shamed face of her companion, her heart aching as she wanted to say no, but wasn't sure if she could do so honestly. Her emeralds flicked back to the girl as she began to shake her crowned head slowly.

"No!" She exclaimed softly, urgently, in response to the stranger. Who's they? Why would anyone want to kill you? Are you some sort of criminal being chased by justice? The questions rose in her mind, but she found herself unable to ask them. "I promise, we mean you no harm," She said instead, and then, a moment later, "If you don't mind me by asking..who are they?" She added the question timidly, noting the horn upon the girl's head.

The only group she knew that was merciless enough to kill someone who seemed so innocent was perhaps the Plague. But the girl was crowned. She couldn't be running from anyone Frost knew of, but if 'them' happened to be of Helovian origins, she wanted to know.