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01-14-2014, 11:39 AM
kahlua The wraith wandered about, never stopping to rest, never halting for food or to drink. She kept no company now, save the metal scorpion that sat between her ears. It moved and shifted this way and that, clicking or whining it's (perceived) approval or disapproval of her movements. Not that there was much to approve or disapprove of. Kahlua's brain, dumb as it was, now only held one thought- attack. And she didn't know why, but she didn't question it either, she simply followed her urges, a primal beast set on taking over the world with blackness. And take over the world she did, as death and decay followed her every step, plants dying where she stood, bushes wilting, trees dropping their leaves. It was a far cry from the brilliant beauty she had once been, but life is not always kind. Move along the path that took her up the mountain, Kahlua did not even feel her normal jolt of fear that she might slip down the rocky slope, tumble to her death. She dared gravity to defy her, laughing that it should think to grab her and pull her down from the heavenly mountain. And she was either lucky, or gravity listened, for she made it to the top unscathed, pulling up into the field. Between her ears, the scorpion whined in recognition of other forms. And as Kahlua looked up, she found she recognized one too. “Lena,” she said, trying to force some sort of dance into her voice, but it would not come. “Lena, help me. What has happened to me?” She begged for help as she came closer to the trio, ignoring the filly and the gray mare. Was she trickier in life than she was in death? It remained to be seen. Over her back, her new scorpion tail twitched uneasily, waiting, ready. And when she finally thought she was in range, striking distance from the bay woman she had once called friend, Kahlua lunged, tail striking out, hoping to strike the Nurse in her face, her neck. No thought was given to the laughing Imogen or where she might be. Above her, the metal scorpion clanked one last noise of approval. Though it had no emotions, Kahlua found it to be much more active when she was violent. Perhaps it liked the sight of blood. @[Random Event] |
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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
