Presenting Original Sin in a Burning Nirvana

[PRIVATE] Presenting Original Sin in a Burning Nirvana

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355

Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6

Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno

11-22-2014, 11:57 AM (This post was last modified: 11-22-2014, 11:58 AM by Sikeax.)

Sikeax Turn everything off And just cover your neck Cause life is full of your regrets

In her sacred, exiled shrine towards loneliness, hails another coming forth from the skies as if a black angel having been forsaken and tossed from the heavens that rest atop the snow-weighed clouds. Her single presence is pushed backwards evermore against the wails of ice and sand melding into one another at her heavy steps. Ears rise forth and pale, sky coloured eyes watch with heightened alertness. He is brethren, she knows only but the clearly stated fact that he has come to her within the confines of the desert; her nostrils have turned weak and almost to the point of uselessness at the flies that once daunted her. Their presence is thankfully no longer about her life at this point. Closer up when the dark angel lands before in his majestic, sprinkled with gold flecks over his onyx blanket, a white mask to make her think of the phantoms within the caves that she had recently visited. A dreadful conversation was passed between her and the two other phantoms, but if they were to hold true to life and be breathing as she was at the time being, then there was no way of being sure of that. That darkness was empty and cold much like the day she resided in, and the light of her birthright was not even to ignite the whole room in light so that they may not life from death. He speaks over having met in the past, puzzling her facial expression and warping them to confusion. Had they? She couldn't remember all but minute, futile details of her past life, things such as what her parents smelt and looked like, not their voices, and the events other than the large gap that lead her to the current Sikeax. Finally, she deems him a stranger. They have not met, for if they did, she would of been less on edge towards him, lacking her fidgeting and ears swiveled sideways. Like the rest, this one wants her name. With the stranger she had met, things had been different. Instead of having names thrown towards her, there had been a sense of watchfulness and the need to know another before seeking out their calling. For that, she was in great respect of the stallion, wherever and whoever he might of been. "If we have met before, then why do I not know your name?" It was harsh, but time had come to make her uncertain of knowing every stranger there was in the mists of the land. The space that she had lead to be between them was enough for her fast and possibly fast escape, if he didn't take to his wings and chase her down. "You are as much a stranger to me as my name is to you." Oh, what mean things they have done to her, to make her lock away even her name to herd mates. Maybe with the assistance of her nose, then she could of pin pointed out his scent to tell her that yes, this is brethren and the both of you have every right to be friendly towards one another, but lost without it, she reverts to what must be done to protect herself in these times. @[Bucephalus] OOC: Super sorry for the double tag!!! Had a coding malfunction that needed some fixing. coding images