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[OPEN] Journey to the Past

Yael Posts: 186
World's Edge Seer atk: 7.5 | def: 11 | dam: 2.5
Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.2 :: 39 - appears 8 HP: 63.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Zani :: Serval :: None Astor
#7
like a jar, you housed infinite tenderness
and infinite tenderness shattered you
The amount of vitriol that could fly from her lips towards Beloved is… excessive, to say the least. She finds it hard to believe that Weaver is so unaware of the white mare’s lunacy, or better yet, that Yael would react in such a way without reason to. But the girl and the mare have never been friendly - even when she thought Yael her mother, they were at perpetual odds. In the end it was more guilt than exasperation that led the then-Queen to return the former princess’s memories, peace was more important than revenge at that point.

“A guest zis vone xas attempted to keel tice before… but she knows vhat xappens vhen I am t’reatened.” A very pointed, dagger-filled look flies towards the giggling monster, pointedly ignoring her question. Does she need to remind the earless woman how hot her fire can be? Or is she sane enough to imagine how hot dragonfire can be when it is melting flesh and bone? “Xer xorn gave me t’is,” she says, tossing her neck to the left to reveal a circular mark devoid of fur on the right side of her neck, too close to the artery for comfort, but definitely not life-threatening. Silver One is an apt term for her altered form; with both of them being incredibly vague about what that is, she’s able to avoid disclosing that Helovia has taken almost everything from her that B’kanna so begrudgingly bestowed. But they both know she’s not here looking for a fight - and now, all she wants to do is secure permission and get out.

She is invited in, and though ears return to a somewhat normal position, the Sage trusts Beloved just about as far as she can throw her. A walk with Weaver in awkward, tension-filled silence is doable, but she’ll be damned if she puts herself right next to the beast who’s stalked her, who’s left scars and drawn blood. And yet she knows she cannot show fear in the face of madness, not if she ever expects peace and quiet. Steeling her jaw and gritting her teeth, the petite, aurelian mare steps forward to take her place between her escorts, wings tucked tightly against her sides and magic at the ready. How much damage could they do in 10 seconds that fire could not return tenfold?

“Lead ze vay, please.”

See, she remembers her manners.


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Messages In This Thread
Journey to the Past - by Yael - 04-13-2017, 05:50 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Weaver - 04-13-2017, 07:26 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Beloved - 04-18-2017, 09:09 AM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Yael - 04-21-2017, 10:29 AM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Weaver - 04-23-2017, 03:20 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Beloved - 05-01-2017, 11:13 AM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Yael - 05-02-2017, 11:53 AM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Weaver - 05-02-2017, 05:56 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Rikyn - 05-04-2017, 02:50 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Öde - 05-07-2017, 02:14 PM
RE: Journey to the Past - by Yael - 05-08-2017, 01:18 PM

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