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12-05-2012, 03:28 AM
Would it be possible to run away from his own body? Ever since the sun and the moon had struggled for dominance in the sky and turned day into night, nothing had been as it should be. He couldn't speak to Fajira the way they usually did, and nothing she said reached him. It was as though the bond had become obscured, clouded and murky... It still existed, they were yet as tied to one another as they had been since the day the white dragon hatched and he fed her the first meal, but something was clearly amiss. And if that wasn't enough, some form of wicked magic had altered his very own body - for every step and shake of the head, a cascade of sickly sweet sugar rained down from both main and tail, making even the toughest year old grass taste strange. Lace didn't like sweets, he decided. He liked even less how the previous so modest and restrained colors of gray and gold of the coat had been turned into a deranged rainbow of multicolored spots, that glowed in the night and gave away his presence to anyone with even the slightest bit of eyesight. It wasn't a happy stallion that walked towards the strangely colored foreigner that lingered on the border, drawn as much by curiosity as by a wariness stemming from the recent set of kidnappings that had taken place. This foreigner didn't sport a horn, but that didn't necessarily mean anything in this day and age, where magic was running rampant and you couldn't even trust the hairs on the back to behave. "My name is Lace, Glazier of the World's Edge" he revealed and placed himself in front of the oddly colored stranger, dragon sleeping on the back and expression closed and unreadable. "What brings you here, traveler?" [Sorry for the wait] | ||
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
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