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12-21-2013, 06:21 PM
E R I S
The words that were spoken in front of her made her anger peak, before her stood Confutatis. The Blood Empress moves forward, her movements unusually graceful and elegant. Perhaps it was the rage, she felt smothered by it, the emotion controlled her. Her legs carried her forward, and her sleek form come to a stop beside Confutatis. "Well, well, well." A giggle tumbled from her lips, it wasn't a friendly giggle however. It was cold, frozen. Still The Empress decided to leave the traitor for a moment and focussed on the goddess before her. The rage still boiled within her, only as Eris looked over the Moon Goddess, she found it easier to ignore the traitor of The Asylum. Her head dipped down respectfully, her blue eyes were quick to raise however. Spotting Oxy, the mare decided it would be best to leave the traitorous bitch alone while under the gaze of a god. So her hooves carried her across the hot earth and The Empress stopped next to the mad stallion. A flick of the head in recognition of her fellow family member. "Hello Oxy." Eris smiled at him before coming back to the Moon Goddess. She had never met another god before. Tilting her head, The Empress smirked. "My lady." As Eris looked over the Goddess, she came to the realisation that once again she had a small chance of gaining something from this meeting. Once before she had seen the earth god, he had been impressive as well...although maybe a little too kind for Eris' tastes. Still, she had heard the rumour that the dark lady before her wasn't always the sweetest magical queen around. Now this was more to Eris' tastes. Still the Vermillion queen would not grovel at the Goddess' hooves, no, the Queen would remain respectfully silent and happily await the decision of The God, for in the end it was she who decided who (if anyone) won a precious gift from her. " " 330 words. Companion: Peregrine Falcon. Previous refusals: Here Wishlist: Here They built my city on top of a grave, Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade, Quarantined and forgotten for days, These are the stories of those who have gotten away |
