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05-29-2013, 10:24 PM
The white fae now roamed the dark forest of the threshold, something the Assassin had never done before. Though courage and bravery were prominent things in the girl's personality, the dark spooked her beyond belief, for she believed a pack of wolves would appear and maul her any second. But the more arrogant half of Accalia thought she could take the dumb beasts down with one powerful kick from her sharpened hooves. Golden hair no longer shone in the sun, but almost seemed black in the state of darkness that she was traveling in. Looking up in the sky, she realized that the moon had vanished into the state of being a new moon. A shiver ran up and down her body, and she bade herself on, trying to flee from the forest.
Accalia didn't know why she was so terrified at this moment, there was a feeling of encasement to the forest, especially at night, that she had forgotten so long ago to the endless green fields full of rolling hills she had traveled to get to this land. Red-brown eyes used to scan the whole area, and the girl was able to spot another horse from great distances, usually to avoid them, especially the wandering males. But the fae wouldn't take any of that. With her strong and tall build, Accalia barely would back down from a fight, and the very thought of submitting to another greatly pissed her off. Baring her teeth momentarily, and plastering her ears to the back of her head, anger shone brighter than any light in those eyes of hers until she felt her heartbeat calm down, normalizing again.
For the first time thinking more about herself than the herd she was devoted to, her sensitive ears picked up noise somewhere. Afraid, but at the same time urging herself on, the girl went closer to the noise, putting on a straight face. Spotting a dark body, blending in perfectly with night, yet standing out in the dense snow, a pair of milky white eyes were spotted and a grotesque scar. Scared, yet still walking towards the creature, she made noise to alert the horse that she was arriving. "Hello. I am Accalia of the Assassins", the white fae introduced herself, starting to feel the numbness of the snow, but pushing her weakness down. "Are you seeking a home?" the words spoken out of her velvety lips were no longer childish, but adult and professional sounding.
Accalia didn't know why she was so terrified at this moment, there was a feeling of encasement to the forest, especially at night, that she had forgotten so long ago to the endless green fields full of rolling hills she had traveled to get to this land. Red-brown eyes used to scan the whole area, and the girl was able to spot another horse from great distances, usually to avoid them, especially the wandering males. But the fae wouldn't take any of that. With her strong and tall build, Accalia barely would back down from a fight, and the very thought of submitting to another greatly pissed her off. Baring her teeth momentarily, and plastering her ears to the back of her head, anger shone brighter than any light in those eyes of hers until she felt her heartbeat calm down, normalizing again.
For the first time thinking more about herself than the herd she was devoted to, her sensitive ears picked up noise somewhere. Afraid, but at the same time urging herself on, the girl went closer to the noise, putting on a straight face. Spotting a dark body, blending in perfectly with night, yet standing out in the dense snow, a pair of milky white eyes were spotted and a grotesque scar. Scared, yet still walking towards the creature, she made noise to alert the horse that she was arriving. "Hello. I am Accalia of the Assassins", the white fae introduced herself, starting to feel the numbness of the snow, but pushing her weakness down. "Are you seeking a home?" the words spoken out of her velvety lips were no longer childish, but adult and professional sounding.
