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04-16-2015, 01:50 PM
THEY MAKE AUDIBLE SOUNDS BUT NEVER SAY ANYTHING. The sights to see in this area were truly astonishing. Rexanna found herself staring off into many of the distances and corners of the land and gazing up at the gigantic statues over and over again. How a place this stunning existed, she wasn't sure. She was glad to have been introduced to it, however. Oceanic blues travelling around the area until she noticed Thranduil's attention had been grasped by something. Her eyes travelling ever so slightly more until they came across a shadowed figure approaching them. Curiosity grew like fire within her and she kept her eyes glued to black figure as he approached even closer. The wind picking up more in this area, bringing an ever so slight chill to her body that almost mimicked the feeling that came from this ebony cloaked male. Upon his official arrival, he began to speak. Rex's ears twitching with every word as she watched him, her attention bold and respectable. She had a feeling from the aura of this male that she really shouldn't get on the wrong side. He looked as if he was death himself, his eyes watching her with an intent stare to find out who she was and at this point, the mare felt as though she truly needed to put on her best to make the best of intentions. Inhaling slightly, her cream toned ears forward, ready to capture anything that the two may say. However, nothing was said. Just an ever so slight nod from the golden male to the endless depth of darkness in front of her. She figured she at least had to show a bit more respect being welcomed here in these lands by a creature that seemed as though nothing could stand in his way. The golden mare offered a gentle and quick bow of thanks and hello to the male. Returning her posture, her head lifted in a strong bold stance. Even if she had this thought in the back of her mind that Deimos was a creature of darkness and was seemingly just as ruthless; she felt as though she shouldn't hesitate to show that she could belong there with them and cohesively exist beside them, even if Thranduil was a thief and Deimos appeared to be Death in a wave of darkness as she watched him. She needed a place to be, and what better place than to be in an area surrounded by those who had a similar way of going about things as she had. A gentle inhale from the mare before keeping her head in a respectful manner, her eyes met with the chilling gaze of Deimos once again. "I am Rexanna." Her voice ever so calm but held an underlying strength within it. "I just came across what Thranduil says to be the Threshold. I do hope that I can provide some sort of worth to you all." Her voice was gentle but held a calm composure. She offered Deimos a small smile of thanks for the welcome he had said earlier; however it also gathered easily with the words that had just emitted from her lips. She truly did hope she could provide something useful for them. It was just a matter of what it was that she could do. The feeling of Deimos' chilling gaze struck her near the core, but the mare didn't let it show. She held her own very well often times and would show to these two that even sticking death in the front of her, she would be strong and unphased. Tagged; @[Thranduil] @[Deimos] Notes; -- |
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