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World's Edge Sleuth atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5
Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE
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09-09-2016, 01:25 AM (This post was last modified: 09-09-2016, 01:26 AM by Manon.)
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So it had begun - her life in Helovia, as part of a strange, curious and entirely beautiful assemblage of others. The Edge itself had drawn her in, the aesthetic of it: a wall of glass, shattered. Manon could think of no better place to be... but one. The ocean called to her, pining and undulating until she had been able to take it no longer - off the cliffs edge and to the water, along the beaches until her dancers legs had ached and her eyes were full. It was in her blood, she supposed. Relative to the blue wolf, a far off mystery she had never solved. With the blue in her, it was said, she would always yearn for the sand in her hair and salt upon her freckled skin. She could attest to that. Already, she missed the warmth of Tallsun, the fire of the sun reaching through her skin and into flesh - that heat was slowly being replaced by frigidity, and her sharp bones were protesting (albeit quietly.).

The sun was high in the sky as she stared outward, a stark, feminine figure outlined against a wash of endless blue. She had always known she was fierce, beautiful - easily placed into a category that was too oft forgotten. Oh, the beautiful ones. They could yell and scream and rage to the sky for all their worth, but again and again would be remembered for their allure, their comeliness. Rarely did their actions generate notice, save for some. Manon cared little about what others said about her: they could say she was pretty, stunning, artistic - or they could say she was brash, rude and ugly. Neither mattered. She was what she was. And she would be what she was made to be... whatever that meant. A slow sigh slipped from between her silken lips as she watched the ever-moving water, silver lashes low and brushing her sharp, angular cheekbones. Beautiful indeed.

Thoughts moved ceaselessly through her handsome head, swimming and swirling and never stopping long enough for her to consider them. Her whole life, she had sought power - but power over what, or whom she did not know. Even the reasons were beyond her. Love had escaped her, though she knew she was yet young, and though she found vast pleasure in pretty girls (and very occasionally, rough men), she had no attachment to anyone living or dead. Well, perhaps Swallow. Perhaps Saker. Thoughts of her siblings roused a spark, extinguished quickly underneath her fierce brow - they were gone, now. Far, far away. She wasn't even entirely sure Helovia was the same world she had been born into. Another sigh whispered over her full, sensual lips, opalescent eyes dipping back to her salt laden water as if to find answers, or even questions. The day was long, and she moved very little.

ooc; gah sorry I'm literally so awful at starters, pls forgive me haha

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UNDERFLOW, - by Manon - 09-09-2016, 01:25 AM
RE: UNDERFLOW, - by Själ - 09-13-2016, 02:01 PM

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