Ain't no rest for the wicked

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[OPEN] Ain't no rest for the wicked - Open!

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

02-17-2015, 04:42 PM

ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

[Good call! She hasn't 'picked' her name yet, so no one knows it :P ]

With sharp golden eyes, the raven's head tilted back and forth, capturing Hemlock's movements with interest. The girl knew that owl's had extremely keen eyesight and hearing, and wondered what it was the creature thought when he looked upon her - either in this form or her natural one. Did he see past the markings of death that cut her face in two? Would his piercing stare find and remain on the blood-splattered marking that dotted her shoulder? Would his ears pick up on her speech that so many found uncanny and undesirable? Or would he be able to see past all of it, the way that so few did, and see her? See a mind thirsting for answers to questions that she didn't even know that she had yet. Could he know how her heart beat for balance and rationality, and feel the confusion of her mind and her loneliness in this world?

Her golden gaze fell to the mare below, the skull markings on her cheeks making it appear as though she was offering a slightly horrifying and crooked smile.

"Hello." She replied, her oddly mature voice coming out of the beak of the bird. "You were there when I was born. Kahlua called you Aly ... she said you were a doctor of the moon." The girl recited, remembering. The painted healer had also called her beautiful, but even now the compliment made her uncomfortable and so she didn't mention it.

She was not beautiful, merely an assortment of atoms placed together in a sequence that some found pleasing to behold.

"Do you have lots of friends?" The girl asked inquisitively. Friendship seemed to be something that ... that was common here. But what did it take? What made one a friend? Given the circumstances that led to her birth - the murder of her brother - the girl was unsure whether or not she wanted friends. Whatever the bond was that held together a friendship, seemed to require more obligations than the girl was currently willing to bind herself too. Would she die for another? Could she ask someone to die for her? The girl didn't know, but if that's what friendship could require, then certainly it should be entered into with caution and care.

Though looking around Helovia, it seemingly was not.