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10-16-2013, 09:29 PM
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@[Kahlua]
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
 Kahlua trudged through the land, somehow making her hooves work she she did not want them to. She wanted to lay down and curl up and never think about anything ever again. Unfortunately, she also had duties. Having been promoted to Glazier, she was expected to perform them. Antheia's death was fresh in her mind and she was having trouble forgetting the terrible event. Try as she may, she could not stop the constant replay of the painted unicorn jumping from the cliff that was occurring in her head. Without fail, every few steps, Kahlua sent Antheia tumbling from the cliff side once again. And try as she would, no matter how many times she ran forward, she could not stop the fall. She could never reach Antheia on time. With a sigh, because she could not stop the gruesome video, Kahlua carried. She didn't want to do any work, she just wanted to hide, so hide she tried to do. Back to her home she went, the little copse of trees that she called her own. The place was bland right now, just a little mossy patch nestled in a semicircular grove of trees, but some day she would be able to fancy it up. However, as she came nearer to her place, she stopped short. There was a child. With a snort, Kahlua eyed the child. On any given day, Kahlua could tolerate a lot of things- even the foals she was not especially fond of. Today, she had no patience for anything. She wanted to be by herself and wallow in her misery. She wanted to lay on the ground and never get up again. She wanted to do a lot of things, but entertain children was not one of them. As she finally came up to her place her ears were drawn back. She did not remember ever seeing the child about- and Kahlua had at least seen most of the horses of the Edge. Social as she was, she spent far too much time talking. Besides, the young foal did not smell of the Edge. Even at her age, if she lived here, she should have the scent of the pines and the mists upon her. Kahlua could not understand how she had gotten this far into the Edge. Certainly one of the sentinels should have stopped her by now. Once again snorting her disapproval, Kahlua scowled and then chided the small thing. “You're trespassing. You could be killed.” She didn't mean that she would kill the child, even in her vicious misery she was not a killer. “Now get out of my home before I call one of the warriors,” she demanded. She never wanted to be alone. Why, in this one moment when she was finally asking for a little peace, could she not have it? An impatient stomp of her hoof finalized her words and she stalked past the girl with a flick of her tail. Even now, with her mounting frustration, the image of Antheia still played, a never-ending loop that made Kahlua sick to her stomach. Even the crashing waves that she could hear from her lonely copse of trees made her feel ill. And even now, she began to blame her dead friend for the troubles she was having. @[Abishia] |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
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| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
| Wild. |
11-10-2013, 12:51 PM
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| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
11-10-2013, 01:11 PM
The filly smiled. It only made Kahlua want to hide more. Who could be happy when everything was so terrible? Dear Kahlua, Antheia's voice echoed in her head again and she wanted to cry. Unfortunately, her tears were all used up. Her eyes burned from the rivers of useless saltwater that had poured from them. Her cheeks were stained with white, a brand that screamed of her sorrow. She was a useless mess but she had never really had to deal with sorrow before. Of course a fire had eaten away at her lands but she had not seen her family burn. In moments of clarity she knew they were dead, but most often the painted girl preferred to think that they were still alive- that her twin and her parents still roamed the lands. Somewhere else, but somewhere where they were living. No, the insolent filly demanded and, if it was possible, Kahlua decided immediately to dislike her further. Her ears remained pulled back tightly, her lips tightened into a pursed look. She had never been more like her brother Fuhrer than she was in this moment. Auntie wants to talk to you, she continued, and Kahlua rolled her eyes with a stamp of her hoof. “I don't know who that is,” she snapped, “because I don't know who you are.” The mare seemed drained of much of her beauty at this point. Too many troubles had plagued her mind in these past few days. She was not made for such things. Still, Kahlua was not made for being mad. So, with a sigh and a dramatic swish of her tail, she decided to speak again. Her voice was still hard but at least she was giving an opening. “Listen, you have until the sun touches the tree tops. So make it quick. After that, I'm screaming.” The time frame Kahlua had given was not much. At best, it was 15 minutes. The tiny child was brave for her age. Since she was so young, she would certainly be clumsy and slow. Kahlua thought she should be more careful. All it would take was one whinny into the winds for a warrior to come running. And certainly the babe would be no match for a trained killer. At least, that gave Kahlua comfort. @[Abishia]- Sorry, apparently Kahlua doesn't grieve well >.< |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
| Hidden Account |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16 HH :: 5 years ~ Birdsong Buff: NOVICE |
| Wild. |
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[ Omg.. Stop talking Abi. ._. Well, anyways, here's the ref for the ref for the necklace: http://img0.etsystatic.com/013/0/7297154...8_kycg.jpg ]
| Outcast atk: 5.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.5 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 15.3hh :: 9 [Orangemoon] HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Khan :: Common Blue Dragon :: Frost Breath Sevin |
11-16-2013, 03:32 PM
I am Abishia, daughter of Haromny. Kahlua eyed the foal suspiciously then. Her last meeting with Harmony had gone rather poorly and she couldn't say she was excited to think of it again. Especially on top of everything else that was occurring. Luckily for the foal, Kahlua did not notice her constant looks to the side as suspicious activity. She just thought it was the foal being odd. And if she had noticed, would she have said anything? Probably not. She was not interested in anything about this foal, despite the fact that she was dishonoring Antheia's last request to watch over her family. Antheia says she's sorry, the foal started and Kahlua just sighed. What could this foal know about the dead mare? On and on she went. It seemed that she would never shut her mouth and Kahlua began to grow impatient once again, looking to the sky to see how much nearer the sun was to the tree tops. And then the filly said something else. She wants you to forget about her. If only it was that simple. Kahlua doubted she would ever just forget what happened, even her simply brain held onto strong emotions like the one she had experienced that day. Nevertheless, when the filly finally managed to give her the necklace, Kahlua couldn't manage to smile. Both for the beauty of the piece and because the filly quickly ran off into the woods. At least she could be at peace now. Silently, she picked up the necklace and settled into her copse for a long rest. It was time for heart to begin to heal. |
Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
