School Bells [Basin Foals]

[OPEN] School Bells [Basin Foals]

Ráeru Posts: 41

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16hh :: 4 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Frostie

07-11-2014, 07:32 AM

I'll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down.
Ferry you through the coldness, never let you down.

From crepuscule, drab gloom and insidious corridors she came. From abaft the depths of colossal, magnificent, and tremendous peaks arose the globe of immense light- from it's sanctuary and paradise, the sun comes forth distributing emanations; the faltering oscillate colours shimmered and trembled. Emeralds, rubies, sapphires and stars sang their hymns, psalms and canticles, odes as they continued illuminating the dark among the heavens, adorned in allure, exquisiteness, fascination, glamor and pulchritude. At the mouth of seclusion, isolation and secrecy stood the poise of candidness, nescience and demureness, a soul infused blessing. Akin to snow crystals that lay fated to perish, moribund and wither on the arctic ground, her budding ivory coat mirrors, echoes and epitomise the gems in the morning sky. Snowstorms for her pelt and the crash of the waves from a clear blue ocean match her azure eyes and pliable, docile madness is her linage. It is a voice that lures her out from her reverie, eager, ambitious and keen, but not irascible; it croons at her, an intangible melody. It does not gain or peak her curiosity but something natural- a raw and pure sense of the burden one carries for the greater good blossoms, an embellishment of her duties. One day she may understand.

Purpose, determination, resolution and direction dive her forwards, peaceful intentions, faint footsteps are hushed and muffled by the frost covered ground; movements are fluid and tranquil like rainwater falling across a roof. She is an apparition- a phantasm to the mortal eyes that seek her out. Sliding her cerulean gaze across the crystalline lake to where a peculiar group had gathered; fledglings, foals and yearlings huddled, convened and united the intention seemed to be innocent. Crystal hooves carry the precious bundle closer, a mask of indifference painting her delicate, exquisite and graceful features. Within a short amount of time the filly pauses having arrived with the group, her placid and amicable nature causes her to hover and linger at the rear of the gathering place- turquoise orbs observe the group's movements, hesitant to jump into the fray. They settle upon the eldest, the presumed caller, glittering like a sapphires in sunlight, ablaze with nervousness beneath the turbulent surface."It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr." Her hymn is reticent, reserved and cautious; her inexperience and weakness is clear, she is naive and youthful, grasping for a handhold on a rather sheer cliff.

She glides her stare over to the artefacts; to her right, a bouquet of alpine flowers, their colours vibrant and dynamic while their aroma is pure, fresh, crisp and sweet-smelling; and to her left is a horse's skull. The owner of the cranium must be long dead, it had no awful smell, no rotting flesh, no ounce of life left. It was chipped in some places but as it was dead surely that did not matter.
Most have gathered on the rushes, Ráeru joins them, waiting, watching, studying and silent.

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[Wittle Raeru has joined the party! Arwen to come next :D]

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