Right now
I hope this makes you nervous
Long slender legs carried a small slender body of cream and aqua. The air was crisp, and the sun was barely in the sky, the time, around dawn. Her white eyes flicked open and watched the surrounding world. The trees, tall, magnificent structures, they swayed in the light breeze that found its way over the threshold.
A long slender black horn sat upon the creatures dome, a characteristic that she was more than proud to display to the world around her. Her head was high, followed by her tail. Such poise and attitude, maybe a little to much to be put into one being.
The sun rose little by little until the sun blared onto her shiny coat. A soft rumbling shot though her chest sending a loud commotion through her maw as she held it high into the air. Her tail flicked as she lowered her head back down. If there was any other creature in the area, they would surely know of the little prudes presence.
talk talk talk, walk walk walk
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
& Name? :: Caracal :: None
Dingo |
10-10-2013, 09:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-10-2013, 09:16 PM by Crowley.)
We build cathedrals to our pain
Establish monuments to attain
Admittedly, the Threshold was not a place that they often traveled to, much to the Weaver's shame; but as of lately, they had been driven to venture beyond their tundra home and explore the vast lands that were Helovia. In their travels, they really hadn't discovered too much of interest, making home sound better and better a place to return to, but Crowley would not allow himself to do so without a sneak around the Threshold.
Though the sun slowly crept into the sky, darkness remained with the Weaver and his hound of hell. Twisting and winding about his legs, it misted the brindle's dark hide and trailed along behind, inconceivable whispers worming their way into the ears and minds of those who strayed too close to the pair. Crowley had almost forgotten the magic gifted to him seasons ago, for it had disappeared along with the snuffing of the sun. The brindle felt as if he was finally settling back into his gruff old skin with the return of everything, putting a bit more pep into his step so to speak.
"Slow down," Talbot's voice sounded within his mind, and it was only then that the Weaver paused and noted just how far behind his hound was. A winter coat still clung to the growing pup's hide which made him into a panting mess, but after a few seconds of pause from his master, he had caught back up. With mild annoyance in his golden eyes, Talbot exchanged a brief look with the stallion before pressing on, resuming their side-by-side journey until the most cacophonous noise caught in their ears.
Upon further inspection, they found that they were(obviously) not alone. Tracking the sound to its source, they managed to find themselves facing an earthy toned mare, mane and tail fonding reminding Crowley of the aurora borealis from back home. It took him no time at all to spot the long, black, spiraling horn that decorated her forehead, and the smallest hint of a grin twitched the corner of his mouth back. Perhaps he and Talbot wouldn't be traveling back alone.
"Greetings, traveler," the brindle spoke up, allowing his neck to bend and head to dip briefly to the fellow unicorn, "And welcome to Helovia. Like most that pass through here, do you come seeking refuge?"
"Talk talk talk"
[ooc - Remember word count minimum!]
Freedom from all of the scars and the sins
Lest we drown in the darkness within
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Right now
I hope this makes you nervous
Deep long breaths are what carried the mare through the threshold. It was an eerie place, or so it seemed to her, she was not quite sure of what to make of this place just yet. It all came in waves to her. She had heard stories of winged creatures here, and others without horns, the thought of it disgusted her but she could not act on it, no, not yet. She needed to find a home.
A voice caught the mares attention as her white eyes shot to fall upon a male. His brindle coloring pleased her, but her eyes quickly fell to the strange creature at his side. He stood on all fours, just as these two did, but he was not of the horse type. She took a step closer tying to examine him. The mare was not really one to show fear in any type of situation.
The male welcomed her and asked her a simple question. She looked at the two horns that sat upon his head and she nodded. "Salute friend. I indeed come here searching for refuge, but tell me, what is your home like?" she asked slowly pacing back and forth. She was not going to leave with this brute so easily unless he offered her exactly what she needed. Sure the mare was picky, but not in an unreasonable way. And lets admit, she had some traits that any herd would want, or so the slightly egotistical mare thought. In her mind, if something did not revolve around her or feed her ego, than what was the point of it?
talk talk talk, walk walk walk
Notes: Eeep sorry bout that!
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| Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid
& Name? :: Caracal :: None
Dingo |
We build cathedrals to our pain
Establish monuments to attain
Admittedly, Talbot was surprised when he noticed that the blue maned mare's attention was not on Crowley, but him. It didn't last long, but in the fleeting moments that she stepped closer and kept her pale eyes upon him, he kept his own locked on her frame and watched for any signs of attack. To do so would be foolish on her part and while Talbot didn't believe she would actually do anything, he took every precaution just in case.
As the mare spoke and began to pace back and forth, Crowley kept still and arched a single brow at her actions. The Weaver had met many a strange creatures during his time in Helovia, so he really wasn't too bothered by her movement - perhaps she was just nervous. "Restless legs?" He asked with simple curiosity, but the bi-horned stallion wasn't entirely seeking an answer. Running her question back through his head, Crowley wondered what all he should tell the stranger whose name he still did not know; was she a maiden of peace, or was she of greater blood who believed herself higher than the rest? For now, he would stick with the basics until he could figure it out.
"It's in the northern most part of these lands," he began to explain, keeping his gaze settled on her own in an attempt to gauge her thoughts as her question was answered. "There in the tundra lies a place called the Aurora Basin, where myself and many others call home, though only those with a horn may be accepted beyond our borders. We offer many ranks there, from scholars to thieves, craftsmen to healers; I'm certain that you can find a place within should you choose to accept. Of course, you may always come to see it first before you make your final decision. Miss...?"
"Talk talk talk"
[ooc - I have to apologize that this is somewhat rushed; I didn't want to keep you waiting!]
Freedom from all of the scars and the sins
Lest we drown in the darkness within
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