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10-30-2012, 05:40 PM
The day the shadows descended she ran. The screams of the poor souls that had remained, that hadn't been able to escape, haunted her dreams each night. She'd rouse shuddering and dripping with sweat. Her eyes would be wide and whited around the edges, her mouth frothed, as she choked on a shriek of terror. She shouldn't be so afraid. Not when the blood of Imiq and Cinnoru coursed through her veins. She was pure. She was above the riffraff that plagued these lands and the ones in between Isilme to Helovia, sweet sanctuary from the blight that had rushed across her home and devoured everyone.
Her breath purled in sultry wisps as she exhaled frigid air. Her venomous eyes skipped across her surroundings and almost immediately condemned them. If you'd seen one forest you'd seen them all. There was nothing spectacular here - just deadened slumbering trees and frost. The world had gone quiet with winter... and Keres was becoming restless. She hungered for purpose. She craved misfortune.
Her hooves crunched in the ice as she delved deeper and deeper into Helovia's Threshold. Her hips, they eloquently swayed as she encompassed feline femininity and prowess. Her neck was arched in a way that subsequently protected the sultry line of her throat, as though someone would have the mind to leap out at her and maim it. 'Always a possibility.' the perilous mistress thought with humour. She'd made enemies in Isilme and perhaps they had followed her here? If they were lucky enough to survive, of course!
ooc; a little rusty! i have to get used to this type of character again! they'll get better! :)
