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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

#18

11-26-2013, 08:12 PM

The girl's words escaped at the wrong time, leaving her to shut her mouth as the bloody mare she spoke of to hear her last words. She chuckles and the fae's heart stops dead, her body beginning to form droplets of fear and salt, which leaked from her pours and bled down her skin. The girl simply leaves her audits back, molded to her skin. She snorts, agitated by the gathered adults. She was just about ready to throw a few kicks and insults, but held herself back, not wanting to begin such a childish feud. The maiden finally opens her lips to spit back, her venom just as strong. "Threaten me one more time and you'll regret your choice of victim." The girl flares her nostrils and steps forward a few strides, throwing her face into the face of the bloody haired scum.

The fae returns to her original setting, letting more lyrics flow free from her kissers. "See here? These are the beasts you should avoid. Don't get yourself mixed in with them unless you have a death wish." The girl gazes as the Weaver, emerald eyes curiously taking hold of the stallion's appearance. She thinks of a man like him drifting through the Basin, cloven hooves leaving split prints in the soft snow. A smile grows upon her lips before the fae realizes how strange she must look, her lips turning back to the solemn horizon they once were.

She lets her eyes drift back to the blood dressed woman in gold, the fae's mind showing her images of her run in with the witch. A shiver runs down her spine as she recalls the mare, threatening her if she did not leak information. She told the girl her life would end if she told another soul about their meeting, and the fae had kept her lips shut. For now. As she gazed at the blue-eyed demon she felt a sudden urge to run back to her home, crying out that there was a heard of monsters living in the Marsh. She wondered what her Lord and Lady would do if they knew of them, if they would turn to them as allies or as foes. The fae averts her attention back to the fresh meat, gazing at him with a neutral expression upon her face.

"Speech."

FROST FYRE

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