Balkin the Obscure
March 10th, 2012 at 6:05pm

It is a crisp sunny morning; the air is fresh and cool. The sol star
plays a beautiful light show along the ground, as it bleeds through
the tree limbs that try to obscure it's descent. The lands lay deep
with in winters withering grasp as the tree's lay bare and the ground
is coated with pristine snow. The prints of other entities are
apparent everywhere along the paths. The sound of waves crashing
against grey flat faced cliffs echo in the distance. The surroundings
are deceitful in their beauty.

Balkin moves with predatoral finesse among the trees. She does not try
and hide her presence at the World's Edge. She feels a bit at ease
here under the bare canopy, like she was among old friends. Yet, these
were not the same ancient trees with runes craved into their bodies.
The runes that they themselves were from civilizations predating our
own, and their meaning unknown.

Now upon looking back, perhaps they had been a warning of the coming
sundering that wrecked the home that Balkin adores. Still she can see
the faces of old friends fresh in her mind. However, she was now a
vessel of so much sorrow, broken and withered.

Golden wolfish eyes peer around taking in the nostalgic view. Of all
the places this is where Balkin wants to be. She wants to be with in
the deeps of a forest hidden among the predators and prey; Yet, not
being truly one of either. She was a mixture, an enigma. She is often
seen as a bit cold and distant; however, very diplomatic. She will
almost always try and find her way around problems with words rather
then brute strength.

Balkin is not build with the brute strength of a lion. To many she
lacks the muscle to be a warrior. Her figure is willowy and leggy, but
she makes up for this with lithe and smarts. A deep sigh settled with
in her throat as she peeled her gaze from the tree line and cast her
gaze downwards. Now it was time for the obscure beast to find the
leader who watches over these lands.

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Lovette
April 27th, 2012 at 11:58pm

Through the tall trees wanders a crimson spot, a refreshing burst of
color amongst all the bleak browns and yellows, a deer amongst moose.
Her graceful crown hold two horns, the top being four feet long and
the bottom three, which gleam a glassy red in the new dawn. Her
rose-tainted white hide gleamed as she walked with a sultry swagger.
It was thus that she stumbled across a fellow horn'ed beast as
herself, gazing out down the tree lines as if looking for something.
Enchanted, she spoke in a wonderfully rolling voice, splashed with an
ever so slight British accent, "Well, 'ello luv, what seems to have
caught your eye?"