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05-16-2017, 08:20 AM
beloved
She arrives upon the Winter Realm’s celebration of frost and time with rest fueling her step, the fall of the sun behind the horizon luring her to mingle with those who have come to partake in the activities. Eyeing it all, illuminated with blue mushroom’s light or ruddy fire’s glow, the wicked one babbles with laughter all the way, occasionally touching her pink muzzle down to the eye emblazoned pendant she had been given, along with the Brat Child, the Mortal Fool, the Flaming Impotence. She wonders if, tonight, with so many gathered, her mission might begin, or Her God might walk the frosted realm of Time, to rain chaos and death upon the festival of his honoring. Ah, what a splendid night that would be… she thinks to herself, with a wicked smile, and mirthful row of laughter. She sees some she knows, of course, living here in this ice and stone world, and having met them on numerous occasions during her activities therein, however nocturnal or wicked by nature they might have been. With roving gaze she lingers longer upon the strangers, but it does not mean she does not look, too, at those she recalls, even if she hasn’t a true name for their face. Most seem huddled about the refreshments, mortal comforts which, once, Beloved too had cleaved to as if she might be better for their weaknesses. Now, however, she is emboldened by years, her steps cadent and easy, and she stands proudly along the outskirts, near enough that Wessex, who had asked her assistance this evening for a small task (if only Beloved knew, she would be no where to be seen), could find her, if she chose, but also far enough to be out of the way. Those who found themselves in the malevolently giggling mare’s company this evening would surely have chosen such a fate for themselves, at least. [ OOC: Standing alone to the southeast of the festival area near the lake and storytelling area. Mostly muttering to herself. Per usual. ] die like God, on the cover of time |
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
