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[OPEN] Empty halls lead to empty rooms.

Rhiannon Posts: 76
Outcast atk: 4.0 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 6 Years HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE
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12-23-2014, 11:08 AM (This post was last modified: 12-23-2014, 11:32 AM by Rhiannon.)
"You only say that because you wish to woo this fine maiden to satisfy your loins."

Sarcastic tones spit from Rhiannon's upturned, grinning lips before she's capable of really stopping herself, but that was simply how she treated most of the male kind. Only a few were exception... Save Deimos and her father, Crowley. Although their last encounter left her equally as bitter and hurt. They were petty, imperfect, and unsavory creatures to look upon, males... And Rhiannon didn't want this newcomer's first impression to be of him, this golden-boy who she had never had the displeasure of meeting. Thank the God of the Spark.

The Brindled Devil had been moving across the Basin borders since morning, doing her duty as a Soldier should when she spotted this little 'meeting'. The golden male smelled of home, and while she didn't recognize him as Plague, that didn't matter. He was a male, and he was beneath her in status... But Rhiannon remained standing with that smile upon her lips, icy-silver and molten-gold eyes focused only on the stranger who had wandered towards their borders.

She was a pretty thing, as white as snow, long, furling strands of her mane and tail and a savory, dished face that would've made Rhiannon drool had her heart not been stolen by her Spy, that was for certain, but it was clear that this stranger was here for a purpose. No one, unless suicidal, came to the Aurora Basin for a casual chat... And since this female specimen had two beautiful horns upon her brow, the Brindled Devil assumed that she was looking for a place to call home. Or so she would hope.

"Greetings, Miss," Rhiannon began casually, sashaying closer and stepping up close enough to be next to the golden-stud without truly standing beside him, and smiled towards the newcomer, "I am Rhiannon, faithful Knight, Soldier, and Weaver of the Aurora Basin... May I inquire your identity?" Eloquence to welcome the newcomer, kindness to make her feel at east... Everything this stallion lacked. As she spoke, the brindled female kept her head poised high, horns ascended towards the heavens, and didn't show one weakness before this stranger and the male who she had never met.

Funny... She had been among the Aurora Basin since her birth, and there were so many who she didn't know.

@[Fable] @[Thranduil]

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Empty halls lead to empty rooms. - by Fable - 12-17-2014, 08:35 PM
RE: Empty halls lead to empty rooms. - by Rhiannon - 12-23-2014, 11:08 AM
RE: Empty halls lead to empty rooms. - by Fable - 12-27-2014, 01:02 AM
RE: Empty halls lead to empty rooms. - by Fable - 01-03-2015, 02:30 AM
RE: Empty halls lead to empty rooms. - by Fable - 01-23-2015, 04:47 PM

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