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06-12-2017, 03:28 AM
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KIADA do not think you are safe because you love her
Kiada often loved adventuring. Though it wasn’t any normal kind of adventuring, she managed to find the time away from her home to be absolutely full of bliss. And now, her brother had returned to her though he often wandered on his own. All was right in the flame harpy’s mind and heart. However, as she began to approach the gate, to return home with Khairi to the familiar confines of her family that her mother had found, she paused in her step when she heard voices. Dark ears strained forward, capturing the last bit from a painted equine as she remained hidden from view in the ever comforting tree-line. “This must be the World’s Edge. Impressive.” How she wished she could agree. Khairi had begun to grow impatient, nagging at the bond between the flame-backed girl and himself. The vulture surveyed the three creatures at the gate with a sigh, announcing to her that he hadn’t seen these particular beasts before, so chances were they weren’t members. Though the bird bounded between tree branches, aiming for a better view while being as inconspicuous as he could, though it was hard when you were a vulture completely out of your habitat. Now was as good a time as any to make their appearance. The mare stepped out from the trees, from behind the two stallions and the one dragon while Khairi flew from the trees to the large metallic gate. He landed on the top, crooning a hello to the equines in his guttural, haunting voice. As Kiada stepped forth, the flames along her spine emitted in deer, a true sign of her curiosity of the business these two held for her home. Offering a dip of her head to all those gathered, she looked to the painted equine with the faintest hint of a smirk. “Yes, it is quite impressive.” She began, lifting her inky head high as her smirk shifted into a grin. “I am Kiada, a nurse here. What is it you seek with the Edge?” She questioned, her formalities strong, hard learned from her father who was King for some time. Her sapphire gaze danced between the painted equine to the one with the skull-ish marking, wondering which one might speak up first, and whether or not she should conjure her magic and burn them where they stood. "Talk." do not think she will not stain her mouth red with your blood too — |
@Astarot @Gulliver hullo!! don't mind feisty kiada over here :D
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
