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Wandering and wandering. That seemed to be all that Glasgow did anymore. She trudged on and on and on, always silent. The only thing keeping her company was her thoughts. It wasn’t like she couldn’t talk. The mare was perfectly capable of such things, it was just that she had no need to speak. She was quiet in that aspect. Ever since the accident back home, she learned that keeping your mouth shut and head low was the best way to just blend in and disappear. Yet, how could a mare such as herself just blend in? She was white as snow, pure, but also scarred and destroyed. Thanks to her sister. Vanity did quite the number on creatures. In this case, the fall out reverting back to Glasgow for issues her sister couldn’t get past. Ah, what a family life.

It was back then when her sister felt as though she could do anything. She could fly and was also pure in color. However, darkness took hold of Socket and twisted her ideas, made her quite the rebellious one. Gods came forth and ripped her wings from her in an attempt to stop the vanity. Nothing worked, however. She just became darker and darker until finally an entity came and destroyed their city, their loved ones, attempting to take Socket’s life. That’s when Glasgow stepped out from the shadows in a last ditch effort to save her sisters life. It hadn’t worked, however. The darkness killed Socket and turned to destroy Glasgow. This time, instead of killing the vixen, it turned to destroy any piece of purity she retained. Scarring both her eyes in two swift markings. Then to her lips, crafting the scarred smile that travels along the curvatures of her face. It had the intention of marking her in a way that mocked the bit of happiness she had left. In her pain and solitude, she leapt forth to try and attack it, only to have one of her horns broken in half with the entity laughing in her face.

But that was so very long ago. It had been so long that the mare couldn’t really even remember what truly happened; it just seemed like a blur now. To be fair, though, she didn’t even really remember the last time she spoke. She calculated things in her mind and attempted to get to a place to better herself. She wasn’t sure how people would take her, due to how she looked. She looked dark and mysterious, when in reality she was just broken. A broken shell of what this mare used to be. She hadn’t any clue if she’d even come across something that might even be welcoming to her. It was worth a shot, though, wasn’t it?

Glasgow sighed lightly, pausing in her step to take note of her surroundings since she had blurred almost everything out. Pale glassy orbs scanning the trees beside her and the small clearing she had been standing in. Lifting her heavy marred head, she watched the clouds overhead gently turn pink and light blue with a small splash of yellow coming in from the East. It looked to be sunrise, and at this point Glasgow realized how much her bones ached and stomach panged her with pain. Head tilting back down, she noticed a bit of grass beneath her hooves, hooves of which tinted red with the stained blood of her sister. Just more to be melancholy about.


OOC: Open for all! :3

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Breathing was the only thing that Glasgow could keep her focus on. Rattled with travel and the new surroundings, she really didn’t need to pay attention to much else other than being sure she was still, well, surviving. Hunger panged more violently on her insides, glassy blue eyes watched the surroundings almost in a blur. It seemed like she was just going on and on in circles. It was hard to say. The smells were different, but the trees casted their shadows in the same direction. Pointed it at the fact that she may have just continued on straight. It seemed almost fascinating, the trees and their stillness. Always watching events fold beneath them and unable to do anything about them. Curiously, the mare continued on.

Glasgow noticed a small rustling within the tree line before a scent passed by her nose. Glassy blues watching silently as a pure coated being stepped out before her. This mare was quite a bit larger than her, but fear didn’t spread to the vixen. Turning her head lightly to gaze at the mare, glistening white horn casting two shadows across her face much like the scars that accompanied her eyes. She took in the mare’s appearance. She was quite stunning and reminded her much of herself before everything happened. Aside from having one horn, red dipped tassels, and the purity in her coat; it almost seemed as though they could have been related. These thoughts only reminded her more of her past and thus more sadness to shadow into her mind. Glasgow lowered her head in a bow of hello before the mare began to speak.

Ears swiveled at the sounds. The mare’s voice was wonderful and almost mesmerizing. Her words were gentle and informative. It was almost relieving to her, knowing that she hadn’t come upon a creature of hostility. As the mare spoke, her mind danced upon bits and pieces of the words. The name Ophelia as well as the name of her home. Worlds Edge. It was at this point she really wondered if they did reside upon the true worlds edge. What a curious place to call home. It was now when she thought about the goddess of night. What exactly did that mean? Back home they knew of many gods and did many biddings to them all. However, Glasgow wondered if she had stumbled upon a new land with Gods of their own to keep pleased. Curiosity grew a bit more of what it was this place had to offer and where exactly she was. How many lands were there, how big, how many creatures even inhabited this place.

The destroyed vixen lifted her head a small amount keeping it lower than the creature before her in an act of respect. Clearing her throat for the first time in what felt like years, she inhaled as she tried to piece together the right words. ”Hello, Ophelia. I am called Glasgow, however you many have called me Glas for short.” Her voice was cracked and paused in random spots almost as if it felt like she was learning how to put words together over again. Taking another deep breath, she continued. ”Your home sounds quite wonderful. I’m very interested in learning more about your Goddess. I have a question, however, where exactly am I?” At this point, ears twitched lightly with the sounds returning to her ears, everything seeming more welcoming and gentle. Painting a small sense of serenity through her melancholy spirit. ”I have been travelling for quite awhile. I’m not too sure how long, years perhaps? I’ve stumbled upon a variety of places, although none quite like this.” Her voice continued to shake in places of uncertainty, however she hoped the creature before her would pay no mind.


OOC: @[Ophelia] all the Neverr tables! :D

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It was almost surreal, noticing the golden figure appear out of what seemed like thin air. Glasgow shifted her weight a bit, just ready to take a step back if the figure were to be hostile. She wasn’t going to deal with that issue today. However, as her words ended, this stags words picked up. He seemed almost genuine, warm smiles stuck to his face. Ah, smiles. The corners of her mouth where her scarred smile were ached with the thought. Ears that had swiveled around in confusion now grew curious with his words of the land. Apparently this wood land was called the Threshold, and the land overall was called Helovia. That was a name that peaked a bit of interest. She had heard of this place in hushed whispers back at home. It seemed like the place that people hardly knew about, and if you were to speak of it in the close quarters of the homeland, serious consequences ensued. Perhaps it was all because this place was so much better than home. At least, now it was. Her mind flashed back to seeing the destroyed rubble of the city that once had been booming with life. Seeing the bodies afterward that lined the street, the only form of life being herself; tattered, torn, and destroyed forever. What a life it was.

It was at this point she tuned back in, eyes staring blatantly at the creature that stood by the golden male. A curious being, Glasgow realized how long she had been staring and stuck in her memories that she really only tuned in when the stag spoke about his own homeland. Aurora Basin. Sounded like quite a lovely place. However the moment he said mountains, it almost seemed like a deal breaker. That rocky mountain atmosphere just caused more pain into her heart. A stronghold it may be, but a place of rest it wouldn’t be. At least not for her. However the God of Time sounded interesting to her, she figured it would be best to stay away from that area. She wouldn’t show it, though. She just offered a nod to him, eyes almost hollow, watching the scene unfold before her. It seemed as though this golden stag knew the mare that had first spoken to her. The air almost felt tense as the golden stag smiled brightly and the white mistress seemed to shy away. Ophelia spoke the name of the stag that had appeared, and Glas turned her head back to the stag offering a small hello bow before returning her sullen gaze back to the mare. Curious now, she wondered why Ophelia had left the Basin. If it was a place that seemed to glorious and wonderful, what caused a lead to leave? It almost seemed as though it wasn’t the right fit for her, more with how Ophelia spoke about it.

Winter was an issue for her, especially for how long she had travelled. Her body was thin and slightly starved. She never stayed in one place for too long due to the fact of being so white and with such little protection to herself. Trust was hard to come by nowadays. Her eyes watched the ground for a few moments before hearing Ophelia speak once more, sensing a small smile that danced across the mare’s face. Glas didn’t seem to acknowledge the smile, but instead shifted her weight, stretching out her back left leg; the gray sabino marking matching her mane and tail perfectly. As the words hit her ears, Glas turned her head slightly, watching the woods. The awkward feeling of the scars making her like this book to read. It seemed unnerving. Yes tragedy had struck but not quite as much as many had thought. At least they were interested in her story. That was a difference from the others. It was, kind almost. Then as the white vixen spoke to the golden beast, it seemed personal. However, Glasgow couldn’t help but to listen in as well as she could. At least it sounded as though the male was respectable. That was a good sign.

Once the speaking between the two had passed and a small pause ensued, Glas decided it might be a good point in which to explain herself a bit. ”The Basin sound’s wonderful, but it may just be too nostalgic for my own wellbeing. A trip to explore it at some point may not be out of the question, however. So thank you for that.” Words were getting a bit stronger, but still cracked in places. Pieces of the words almost seemed strained on some points, almost like she was still working out how to speak some of the words and phrases. Lowering her head a bit, weary eyes passed between the white mare and the golden beast with his blackened creature. Yes, my story isn’t for the faint of heart I’m afraid.” Words were softer than before, more tender. ”I come from a place where my duty was to create relationships from other cities; expansion if you will. My sister and I had been the ones to take this into our hands; we were the pure ones, the pristine ones, the ones that took after our gods of the homelands.” She began to explain, pausing occasionally. ”At three years old, I learned the ways of how relationships worked, how to gain trust and grow my land. We were quite the stronghold as you put it. However my sister; my dear sister, succumbed to vanity too easily with our duties. Our gods ripped the wings from her in the hopes of stopping it.” She sighed softly. Was it worth it to explain to these strangers how she was? It might do some good to have a story that resounded and passed through, like gossip almost. Gossip that was true and honest. One couldn’t go wrong in that aspect.

”Our attempts went to the wayside. She became darker and more obsessed with herself. Our home paid the price. A presence took over the land, a darkened one. Like hell itself unleashed upon us. Using my sister’s vanity against us. Every soul met their untimely demise that day. All except for me. Evidently it had been my fault that these issues arose and occurred. Our gods turned their backs to us in our time of need. The evil itself causing these scars as a physical reminder of what once was.” She stopped, stooping her head a bit lower and shaking it ever so lightly. Eyes closing momentarily before opening and scanning the faces of the two that stood before her. ”I do hope this land’s Gods are more forgiving.”


OOC: @[Ophelia] @[Thranduil] Leave it to Glas to turn the attention back to her in the awkwardness xD