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05-01-2017, 09:41 AM
She knows from where the finned beasts come. Though, first, the white light had struck from her breast the most horrible of screams, her hooves backpedaling against a nearby, porous boulder that digs its numerous, pockmarked facets into her haunches. With a wild toss of her muzzle and a feminine balk, she returns to all fours from the frightened, two legged hobble that had carried her to the stone effacement, her legs dancing beneath her as she clenches unclenches her eyes, to clear the white spots of blinding from their depths. Beloved regains her vision to cackle with delight; the sharks swim swiftly towards the maid, whose fear stench breasts the salty breeze. Roland’s shout fills the air, and the dark pelted boy demands they be careful, that the sharks are not ordinary. She cackles all the more, her eyes creasing into slits, until tears leak from them, two or three each, and she babbles residual cackles as she waltzes to the shore, her fore-hooves dipping into the water, and her blade shining in the Sun it so rarely met. "You should all run," she tells them, with a nod of her crown, its angle odd and twisted, at some peculiar forty five; the flutter of wings as the Ravens drop the conch shell back towards the maid of Kaos ushers between her words, "not normal sharks, indeed." rust every place that I touch |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
