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@[Illynx], @[Krieger], @[Jorogumo]
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it's all over the place xD
sorry about that haha
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 The air between Illynx and Tangere is a light, quiet stream of verbal and non-verbal communication. The gray spackled mare quite enjoys the placidity, the fluid sync between the mares. She can’ bet sure if the golden socked woman can feel the same thing creeping inside her mind, but Tang watches her features to pick up any sign of such camaraderie. Tangere notes the names, and facts, letting a giggle slip through her tightly pressed pink lips when the mare points out that He is not fed things – but has empty guts. Wrapping her mind around the information spilling into her ears and into her thoughts; she calculates nothing else but knowledge, downloading it as fast as Illynx can spit it out. She tilts her glassy eyes to the statue, the sounds still booming across the deep Basin from the tap of Ill’s horn. Imagination can bring him to life without hesitation, within the walls of her thoughts, that is. She speaks without looking toward the other woman, “I’ll do anything to assist then.” It is almost a whisper, and it’s questionable whether or not she is talking to one of them or both. Warning. Tangere’s eyes slide to Ill’s face while she peers upon the opening to the Basin. It’s quite nice to be on the inside of the entrance, but the cold twists into her bones and her spine lights up with a sharp tingle. Suddenly a pale stallion with very specific blood markings draped over a drafty, thick frame. The white brims of her dark mocha eyes show and her tight nostrils quiver as she nods to him in a silent hello. She smiles awkwardly at him, finding humor in his bunny joke, but meanwhile the fear festers in the back of her mind and she cannot pry her eyes away from the opening for more than a few seconds at a time (keeping her gaze on Ill or the stallion, then the entrance). A freezing wind encumbers them and whistles loudly in Tangere’s sensitive ears. She shudders beneath her marbled coat, her eyes now glued to the seeming source of commotion. The flash of a decayed face conjures in front of them. Tangere makes no noise, but points her long spiraled bone-horn’s tip at the entity. She doesn’t lunge, but jumps backward; the being seems unworldly and controlled by dark magic. Tang’s seen dark magic before – but nothing ever like this – the atmosphere has instantly shifted, it can be felt even if you’re not magic. It’s dead eyes focus on Illynx and Tang’s skin crawls…she steps over without hesitation, but the thing soon moves onto the stallion. Tang’s quite positive now that she very well may perish now. The thing’s screaming seems irrelevant and the painted unicorn can only retain the fact that the thing called Ill ‘Kisaki’. The reflective glassy black and brown of her squinted eyes follow the figure and its horrific appearance. Luckily it hasn’t yet looked upon Tangere with that hungry, prowling stare it was giving Illynx or the stallion. She soon lunges for the stallion’s throat and laughs as the blood drains from between her teeth. Tangere’s head draws upright and her head lilts to the side, her eyes un-squint and stiffen without blinking. “What the…” She lifts her eyes to the offender, her figure hard to focus on because she seems nothing but cloud at times, and then she has solid figure (rotten and gory, but solid). “You motherfucker.” She growls through her teeth, letting the doubt of her safety leave her mind for a moment – vengeance burns for only a weak second or two before she swallows her small lump of pride and returns to fear. Great job, kiddo. The thing is now dancing in a circle around them as Krieger begins to melt into whatever she is – Tang’s heart rate has gone passed ‘fast’, it is now exploding every millisecond; it’s rhythm drumming in her ears. She looks to Ill, “And what now!?” She doesn’t cry, but panic is clear, the obvious lack of power to fight whatever this is was starting to sink in. She desperately did not want to end up like these fucking two goons. One running around madly with blood streaming down her chin and neck, ranting about some crazy thing…And now this one. The stallion. He’s doomed, but what of Illynx and Tang? Are they to \be picked off? Tangere’s mind rolls a mile a minute, her eyes darting between the gold mare and the ballerina of death trotting around them with a mad look in rotten eyes. Fuck. CARS CAREENING FROM THE CLOUDS BRIDGES BURST AND TWIST AROUND.. AND WANTING SOMETHING WARM AND MOVING |
it's all over the place xD
sorry about that haha
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