A R A H

Catch my gaze, I dare you.

The ice from her crown did not melt, the magic that this one item alone welded was amazing. It paled in compare to the grand scheme of things however, it was just an item that did not melt. So what did that make Arah with her healing soul? Was she and Wynter just items in a larger game? So much had become of her only to quickly fall away into nothing. It was not as if there was an unimaginable power that she craved. All the doe wanted was to be remembered. Wynter gave a cry from over head and the doe's attention turned to something that was causing quite a commotion ahead. Her hooves changed direction, angled towards the great gathering of others their forms had yet to take shape with distinct markings of colours. Her curiosity had peaked, for the group before her was immense, so many quickly gathering yet strangely there was not a babble of voices floating over too her. The closer she got the more solemn expressions came into view. Her golden eyes skittered over the others that had gathered; while she recognised most she did not greet them. First she wished to gather some intel, it would be no good to interrogate people when clearly this was brand new news and most seemed as clueless as she felt.

Pushing through a few others to try and see what everyone was looking at, Arah finally stopped dead when her eyes settled on the corpse that had been laid at their feet. The doe found herself standing above the fallen form of a pegasus, waves of disgust rolled through her stomach as she gazed down at the broken body. There was not a doubt in her mind that the pegasus was dead. The bloated corpse had the classic open, dead and unseeing eyes, now turning white with film. While the mare must have fought back at her attacker it had not been enough, a great sadness filled her. The shell had been broken and her soul had been released back into the nether. Ahah studied the the blood and bones, doing her best to keep an expressionless mask on as to hide her disgust. It did not escape the doe's notice that a few, barely noticeable black hairs were intertwined within the body. Winter soared down to study the decomposing body, landing next to her Mistress, the griffin took a rather tentative sniff at the corpse before recoiling. Looking over towards The Gods for instructions, explanations or even support Arah was slightly released to see them looking rather perturbed.

With a voice like thunder, The God of The Earth took charge speaking to the crowd that had gathered. Task task of finding the killer had been passed on to mortals? Very well, she would need to assemble a team. It would not do to work with just other Basiners even though that would be her preference. The doe wanted people from others herds who knew more people and saw different things; the more diverse her team was the better. 'Téigh . Aimsigh daoine eile.' The Griffin was off searching for others to join Arah on her newly accepted quest to find The Murderer of Helovia.

:: Last Minute Madness ::
Arah
Ciceron
Amani
Isi