.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
06-02-2013, 04:57 AM
The white fae walked the forest as the first touches of dawn began to touch the sky, painting it like a canvas full of different colors. Pink, orange, and blue hues colored the sky, as the giant sun started rising from behind the looming mountains before the Threshold. The cold was almost unbearable to the white mare, attacking her everywhere and shivering her to the very bone. But Accalia did not mind this, for an Assassin had to be strong, even though she wanted to travel south to warmer weather. Although she was almost accustomed to the freezing climate, for while she was a real outcast traveling to Helovia, she suffered worse winters with feet of snow.
The curvaceous youthful mare walked the forest in beauty, seeming like a snow nymph, blending in with her snowy pelt. Her golden brown mane stood out, blending in with the bark of the trees. Today, instead of the usual upbeat gait, the fae walked slowly, walking almost slouched, bored. All of a sudden, her ears pricked up when a hiss was heard from within the forest. This wasn't like any bestial hiss she had heard. The sound was familiar, like that of an equine instead of a prowling lynx.
Accalia trotted closer to the the sound, revealing an ebony mare thinking, seeming like she was in a dream. With a polite smile, the girl walked up calmly instead of her normal happier stance. "Hello there, I am Accalia of the Asassins", she paused momentarily, and then continued again. "Are you seeking a home?" The white mare asked flicking her tail and awaiting a reply.
The curvaceous youthful mare walked the forest in beauty, seeming like a snow nymph, blending in with her snowy pelt. Her golden brown mane stood out, blending in with the bark of the trees. Today, instead of the usual upbeat gait, the fae walked slowly, walking almost slouched, bored. All of a sudden, her ears pricked up when a hiss was heard from within the forest. This wasn't like any bestial hiss she had heard. The sound was familiar, like that of an equine instead of a prowling lynx.
Accalia trotted closer to the the sound, revealing an ebony mare thinking, seeming like she was in a dream. With a polite smile, the girl walked up calmly instead of her normal happier stance. "Hello there, I am Accalia of the Asassins", she paused momentarily, and then continued again. "Are you seeking a home?" The white mare asked flicking her tail and awaiting a reply.
