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Frost Fyre Posts: 198

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE

Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast prissy

11-06-2013, 06:12 PM (This post was last modified: 11-06-2013, 06:13 PM by Frost Fyre.)

The maiden watched others enter, but took no attention to them, for her eyes lay on the prey. She could not fault, she could not fail, not now. Not ever. Struggling, the fae puts her focus into the sanded creature, into the divinely gold man who stood before her. Her emeralds drift, and she finds herself scanning over the big hunk of a stallion who just came marching in. Grunting to herself, the fae adjusts herself, fixing upon the teal maned beauty. He questions where he is, and the fae looks at the mare dark as night, her lips left open as though in mid word. "Helovia is indeed the land you stand upon." The fae says, responding to the mare's statements. She sinks back, but her heart is startled when wind takes hold of the mare and stallion's scents, bringing them forth.

Marsh.

Their stench is of rotting bodies, wasted souls, dark hearts and twisted grins. The image of the fair maiden in red hair and cruel crowned mare flash into the innocent one's mind. The pale ivory whites drown out the emeralds, and the fae drops her jaw. "You hail from the same group as the red haired maiden?" The fae inquires, narrowing her brow to a point, many would expect her brows to merge. She turns to the sand sculptor, and opens her lips again, her brows relaxed. "I hail from the Basin, land of Crowned kings and queens. I am a scholar of the icy valley, Frost Fyre is my name." The fae glances uneasily at the black and white mare and her large companion, ears laying back. She felt her stomach quiver at the memories of the mare with the bloody locks, the one who had white freckles and a piercing gaze. "You hail from the Marsh do you not? The land of ghouls and ghosts, rotting bodies and dark hearts?" The fae asks the black mare, Circuta yet another question, wishing to know more of this matter.

"Speech."
[sorry its so late D:]

FROST FYRE

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change.