These caves, were driving her insane. Would this plague ever stop its ominous threats of consuming everyone. There was no such thing as paranoia for Valhalia, but only anger could consume her being day after day. It was deemed to the tawny mare as if time passing quickly, their lives eaten by darkness and fear, only to awake to see stony walls. The only thing that brought comfort to the frigid mare was her surviving herd mates, and the cold weather brought by Winter.
What would the Basin be like now: covered in layers of alabaster snow, stretching out for miles and miles. The kind of weather that Valhalia reveled in, enjoying the sting of harsh winds. Walking down vacant hallways, twisting tunnels reaching deep underground, Valhalia bent her head downwards, sniffing harshly. Gritting her teeth, the woman wished to crush zombies, to annihilate them for ruining the prosperity of a herd she just joined. A supreme one at that.
Continuing the same bland stroll, one that seemed like the same damn routine, a gust of a cold wind blew in from the waterfalls up ahead. A long, ebony mane was ruffled, billowing into icy silver pools. Growling with contained anger, the constricting tunnels opened up to reveal a gushing fountain.
How the hell was it not frozen already?! It seemed as if the rage consuming her made her furious at the tiniest things. She felt like... a true bitch. Jerking her head upwards, vexation bubbled in her blood, exasperation bloomed within her chest, bursting. Letting out an infuriated neigh, it rang throughout the walls, reverberating and echoing. "I hate you all", husky vocals growled out the few words. Now would be a good time to have someone, of course a unicorn, calm her down.
@ Any unicorn, or unicorn from the Basin
| Hidden Account |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hands :: 5 Buff: NOVICE |
| Loulou |
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The unicorn stallion walked along the turning passages. He deeply wished to gaze upon more of the Sanctuary's beauty that was mysteriously crafted along these ancient walls. Immediately bringing up the gushing waterfall earlier, Farenjer had begun treading towards the blooming master piece of a chamber. Icy blue orbs rounded upon the opening just before him as he paced on, his lips raising into a slight boyish grin. Lean muscles rippled beneath his dark coat and shoulder blades swayed up and down with every step he took, before he halted within the framed and rigid doorway. His head raised high, his stance was tall and he gazed along the shoreline before the waterfall. Suddenly icy orbs raked along the feminine form of a unicorn mare as she stood in solitude. He had a sudden urge to withdraw from his place to her.
He observed her smooth appaloosa coat with long ebony hair that swayed long and gracefully. Farenjer admired the mare's touching looks, and his eyes clouded with sadness. Some were born lucky, and some weren't. Sadly the artisan was one of those who were born unlucky. He wondered what he would look like without these beastly lightening-shaped markings that stretched along his check bone, his back leg, and upon his mane and tail. Moments pressed on within the silence, the sadness disappeared from his eyes with curiosity as the woman spoke in an angry tone. "I hate you all" Slowly, Farenjer paced forward. Soon after, he placed himself by her side meters away. His icy blue eyes turned down upon the reflection. A glowing beast looked back. Finally, the artisan spoke with darkish vocals "Hey, are you okay?" Continuing to look within the reflection. Waiting for her unspoken words.
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Art- Kaydeniro || Coding- Time
| Deceased |
| Filly :: Unicorn :: 16 :: 8 Months |
| Frostie |
Roses Have Thorns.
Her hooves clicked on the solid rock, it was the sound that had accompanied her everyday in her life. A boring sound now. The caves were full of interesting people, only Arwen was forced to not speak to them. Her mother was worried about them hurting her, it was fair supposed the young doe. Only...she wanted to play games with them. This would not do however, so instead the young filly was forced to watch from the shadows and return meekly to her mother at the end of the day. Traveling down a corridor she knew lead to a huge and beautiful waterfall, the young girl listened to the soft sound of falling water. The closer to the falls she came, the louder the rush of water would be. Grinning, the filly picked up the pace and began to dash towards the gushing water. Her thirst for adventure could rarely be satisfied. Each day she traveled further...each day she yearned to taste the freedom of above. Outside the caves where snow apparently was falling. Arah had told her that it was cold and wet, solid water that would melt on your tongue if you managed to catch any. Arwen had demanded to be taken above to discover this snow. Only her mother had laughed and told her that when they returned to The Basin she would quickly grow sick of snow. 'There's always snow in The Basin Arwen, have patience my love.'
The words had floated over to her, the young daughter paused and listened to the passing words, they seemed sad and confused. The words brought up shivers within her...although the daughter of ice had no idea what they actually meant. Why would someone not be 'okay? Turning her little hooves to the direction on the voice, Arwen paused and looked over the queer scene before her. A crying mare, she was the one who mustn't be okay, Arwen paid her little mind. The other was an older stallion, who seemed to be attempting to control the situation. A giggle escaped Arwen, the actual sight of the crying mare wasn't amusing, just the silliness of the mare. The darkness would soon go and she could be free again! Arwn knew this because her mother had told her so.
Now she turned back to the male. The markings that covered his body where quite pretty, a bight blueish green...smiling Arwen felt slightly drawn to him. She too had odd yet pretty coloured markings. Perhaps he wanted to play! Bounding over to the stallion with her smiler growing winder, Arwen giggled. "Do you want to play?" Her voice was high pitched and filled with youth and innocence. The demand was given to him once she came to a dramatic stop in front of him. She looked at the stallion...no doubt he would be able to protect her. "Or you can take me above? I want to see the snow!" Excitement filled her at the thought of finally being able to feel and see what snow was. "Mumma says it snows aaalllllll the time in The Basin...I've never been there....but apparently that's meant to be our home." She turned to the crying mare, and smiled gently. "You can come too!"
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