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05-29-2014, 02:26 AM
Morgäna
BETTER WATCH OUT IF YOU FALL VICTIM TO DESIRE
SHE'LL TAP OUT YOUR HEART AND LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING INSIDE
BETTER WATCH OUT IF YOU FALL VICTIM TO DESIRE
SHE'LL TAP OUT YOUR HEART AND LEAVE YOU WITH NOTHING INSIDE
Those eyes remained upon the luminous moon a above, the wolven creature that had been her companion, for a short while had well wandered off. Not that she minded in the least, it had brought her here, to this clearing. The question remained however; where was she? This place was strange, it was nothing she had ever experienced before. With this uncertain piece of her personality dominating that mind; it made her anxious, nervous even. Surely someone would be able to explain things to her, about these strange lands. Well, this one in particular; she would wait and see what resided beyond these forest.
Ears swerved at the growl, that was not of the wolf; the one she had followed here. No, it was much more feline; head turning those jeweled eyes sought out the form hiding within the green foliage. It stuck out like a sore thumb nearly, a white and stripped thing. What was this creature and why was it so small? A young-ling perhaps? It was temping to go see and see what it was, for she held no fear of the striped creature. Then again there was rarely ever any fear within the mare, it had only happened once when she had been much, much younger. The doing of her brother, but ah they played those sort of games all the time. Some things never had gotten old, the terrifying scare had been a one time deal then she had grown, dull to it; numb one could say.
Before she would investigate further a scent fluttered into her nostrils causing them to flare, a stallion, a unicorn. Well, she hadn't seen one of them in quite some time. That body shifted only to meet from where this stallion was coming from, eyes blinking the mare waited. The steel grey brandished with silver form came into view, he had quite the look about him. Handsome even. "I had been traveling and ended up in this..forest." The answer was simple and quick and yet true at the same time. Her eyes shifted once again to the spot where the white and stripped creature had hidden it self but alas the mare said naught before turning her focus on the stallion.
The odd glow had been noted about him and the mare knew he likely had been asked far more then he cared for about it. Thus the question never left her and never would, save for perhaps a different time. But here and now, no, it would remain unspoken. "A troubled mind is a forgetful one." Surprising her self, she spoke softly and without malice. Strange this side of her was but at the same time no unlikeable, a facade she could grow used to and even use to her advantage. "Morgäna les Désastre." The name given as she peered at his face, curious to see his reaction to her own words.
Tag;; @[Ciceron]
Words;; 484.
OOC;; Wee~
