Stopping by Woods ... [DARK or WIND drop]

[DROP] Stopping by Woods ... [DARK or WIND drop]

Hotaru the Valkyrie Posts: 295

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Alice :: Royal Hellhound :: Acid Brit

10-26-2014, 07:38 PM

Again and again there are tasks, born like sinister trials in her birthland. Is it the draw of magic that calls her thirst, her wandering hooves? Or is it some long-forgotten, repressed nostalgia for a time of youth and naivety? Whatever it may be, she does not find reason in attempting to puzzle it out. For she is there, in that moment. Why should she question her own actions and motivations?

The snow is cool and familiar against her hocks and ankles, more of a slush than the crisp powder of her homeland. Impure. Disgusting, as it weakens earth that is not proud and rocky, creating mud and sinkholes that capture her steps and suck her down. As pure as the snow may seem from above, pristine and untouched, what lies below is rotten.

Much like people.

The silence is almost unnatural, though Hotaru doesn't quite realize why she recognizes it, why her nape prickles when the suck and slurp and slush of the mud and snow is generally louder than any of her normal passings. Something is simply off. Yet, she can't put her nose on it. Stepping more carefully, partially because of the mud and partially because of the sinking feeling in her gut, the mistress came upon the bloodied canvas with a snort. Gossamer threads of cold erupting into a cloud before her nostrils.

Of fucking course.

The symbols are nothing she recognizes. She stares regardless, but lengthy contemplation simply cannot make up for a complete absence of knowledge pertaining to written language. The blood itself is no clue, and she cares too little to even try to determine if it is friend or foe, anyone she has met, that has spilt their essence. Finally she sighs, remembering seasons ago on the mountaintop the divergent paths. Why is it always a choice between paths? It was so unoriginal to the sour, bitterhearted girl.

To the right she finds her headway, leaving the gibberish behind with another hefty sigh escaping the balloon of her inflated lungs. Why, oh why, did she continue to attempt these riddles?

Hotaru goes Right without being able to figure out the puzzle.

:: [Magic: Dark x Wind | Can create storms up to the size of a Category 4 hurricane that hold invisible blades that create lattice cuts of varying depth on the victim's body]
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