Like the heart of the Tawa Tree

Like the heart of the Tawa Tree

Manon Posts: 37

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Space

02-06-2017, 02:33 AM

SHE BRUISES, COUGHS, SHE SPLUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS —

Manon breezed through the thick underbrush with easy grace, long limbs moving carefully despite the substantial undergrowth. It had been months now since her arrival into Helovia and it's vast tributaries, and now she returned yet again purely because she enjoyed the silence. Silence that was broken, and swiftly. She paused in her step, elegant neck twisting to stare at the forest through which the cries of fright had come from. With an inward groan she turned, swift and sure through the forest toward the ruckus, each step as smooth and graceful as water flowing, each muscle tight and taught and perfect. As she drew closer Manon slowed to a swift walk, flicking between trees with ease and drawing close to the two young creatures in silence. Still hidden, she glanced between the two of them, noting the sharp desert smell emanating off of the colt - a member of the Throat, then.

Manon knew little of the Throat, only rumours and whispers told by acquaintances. She watched the cold fumble about, obviously nervous, and then turned her gaze to the newcomer. Lost? Manon scoffed internally, getting lost was one thing... ending up at Helovia's Threshold? That was something entirely different. Perhaps fate, perhaps unfortunate circumstance. Eyeing the two warily, Manon stepped forth, her mile-long legs moving with fluidity and grace. "I don't believe you'll be seeing your family any time soon, young one." Again, she eyed the Throat boy before continuing, "You are in Helovia, and I am Manon. I live at the Worlds Edge."