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Abishia did her best to avoid the Steppe, knowing that the region was now engulfed in a violent winter storm. Her hooves sunk slightly into the damp soil, dark clumps being left on the sheer surface. Thick tundra grasses tickled her cornet bands, and made her lobes twitch. She had no knowledge where the Basin was, but she hoped she would come across it soon. Nerves scratched at the fae's stomach, making her feel sick. Abishia wondered if Illynx would still feel the same about her, and if she could give another good impression on the Lady. Her thoughts where switched back to the day on which she had met the mighty and beautiful Illynx. The filly had charmed her with her manners and envy of the crown atop her head, even though Abi wasn't planning on it. She had also met her good friend Tangere that day. With a smile, she remembered the grey mare, crowned with a beautiful horn and completed with a admirable personality. Tang had been quicker to take a liking to the filly, warming up to her and looking at her as if she was a friend. Abishia's heart warmed with the thought of seeing her old friend again, hopefully.
The painted girl came to a halt, the yellow pedant of the Sun Amulet tapping against her chest, reminding her of it's presence. Slung around the girl's muscular shoulder's was the locks of tangled hair she had been gifted. The hair meant something to Abishia, symbolizing maybe a new beginning for her. She was proud to carry Illynx's hair, knowing that it could gain her respect. But really, she wasn't interested in being respected; she was more intrigued by the thought of visiting the Basin. This opportunity could shed new light on Abishia. The formal permission from Illynx could give Abishia something more to live for, something she needed. Nervously she flicked her fragile, lean lobes. She tipped her head slightly to the side, letting the long sorrel locks slip to that side of her dome. She then flicked her head, causing them to fall behind her ear. She had passed the mountains and was coming across the entrance of the Basin. She did not know, but it was just ahead, about a few steps. But worry was paralyzing her. She glanced around, wondering if anyone was around. A small breeze almost threatened to rip away the black locks from her shoulders, so she curled around herself, and secured the tangled hairs in her pearls. Turning forwards, she couldn't help but let her kissers curl up into an excited smile. Reluctantly, she let out a small nicker. Who could she call for? Who would come? Her smile faded as her expression became serious and concerned. She knew that there were dangers other than the crowned that hate the hornless... She is vulnerable to the Wraiths here, out in the open, the brisk wind carrying her scent in multiple directions. She shivered, the hairs tickling her chest. The girl's thoughts where scattered; she hardly knew what she would say if Illynx really did come... Shaking her dome, she let out a small, shaky, 'hello?'.
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{ anyone can go first. Please resign from hurting her too bad, and let Illynx get in here somewhere. Also Tangere :D re-did this post c:}
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01-28-2014, 12:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-28-2014, 12:15 PM by Illynx.)
The darkness that brewed within her continued to eat and gnaw away at her soul, wearing down the genetic confines that held her perfectly unicorn features in place; her limbs had already changed, quite painful had she been alive to feel them as her hooves split into five curved and deadly talons, the bones of her pasterns splintering into a pronged claw to support the wicked knives. Already, the first signs of black, feathered wings raised from her shoulders, her teeth sharpened and elongated like the cat-like beast her former kind was known to bond with.
A gryphon, it would seem, but a perverse one, wrong, magically mutated from a beast that was not the feline it had meant to be born from. And it never stopped smiling, that face, the twisted grimace of a maddened mind that thirsted for nothing but endless screams and rivers of thick, coursing blood.
She let her horn break the tense air before her, monstrous feet clacking with each press into the withered grasses of the Basin, a predator that prowls and searches for flesh to sate its starvation with. The others have left long ago. The faint candle glow of her former soul tells her blank mind that she is to blame for their absence, for the growing ache within her primal brain to extinguish the invisible white glow that had surrounded the few living she had spied while in this horrid state.
Hello? hears the creature, the smirk on its lips all the more visceral at the call of fresh meat. Bleak and abysmal darkness follows her each step, the long dead earth crackling beneath her weight as she blinks towards the sound of the voice, almost familiar, almost as if she had once met this creature and not killed her…
A yearling, hornless, she notes as she arrives too quickly before the painted equine. Her eyes glow and send radiant beams in the face of the brat as she scans her meal, fangs gleaming in the cryptic light as saliva drips from the corners of her lips. Animalistic, her tongue slakes it back, probes her lips as a dog watching his master carving a ham.
If she had hackles, they may have been able to warn Abishia to flee the monster before her, if her appearance alone would not suffice; a guttural noise rumbles from the lips of the slobbering fiend before she lunges with unearthly speed towards the girl, teeth and claws scrambling to feel the wet heat of her blood.
@[Abishia], @[Random Event]
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 my stories are very somber..
A figure started to break through the snow that started to fall before her. A fresh powder was brushed on the ground, causing her legs to shake with the chill. Distantly, she turned to the figure, curling her neck so she could see it well. She was calm, staring at the silhouette that advanced on her, but soon her orbs started to widen with horror. The thing was coming very close... And when she caught a glimpse of it's details she gasped in shock. It must have been the shell of Illynx, noticing some of the once beautiful mare's markings. Absihia started to take large steps backward, after about fifteen steps, she slipped a bit and lost her balance. It seemed the rotten shell of the Unicorn had timed it's attack perfectly, beginning to lunge at her just as she started to lose her balance, close to tumbling onto her side. But fear sent adrenaline rushing through her veins.
Turning on her heel, she lost her balance again, the fresh powder that was now falling wasn't aiding her escape from another one of those horrible Wraiths once again. Scrambling, her legs worked frantically to move her through the slippery snow. She could feel the thing just behind her, and she was struggling to stay on her clefts steadily. Thoughts of defeat began to ring through her mind, but this only made her more determined to escape the horrid beast just on her heels. Tired from all the effort, she struggled to advance, but the fear that poisoned her brain made instinct kick in. Pushing her legs even faster, she pushed out the thought of falling and being infected. She stayed focused, alert, and ready to respond to anything. Now zoned in, the girl had the power to run faster, aiming to reach the Thistle Meadow, and then find the hole in the ground that led to the wondrous Sanctuary. It was a mistake on the girl's part. Leaving the hole isn't something she should even think of nowadays.
She ran and ran, fleeing from the deathly beast that could very well be advancing on her, but the filly resisted the urge to look back, for it distracted from where she could be going.
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