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06-14-2015, 12:56 PM
Isopia
Down one of the paths, if you look, there's a faint but warm sort of glow bleeding through the tunnel. The source of the light is a bronze acorn charm, which is currently being held at the top of the cave by a hover combinations of rocks, that looks something like a dragon. Isopia hadn't really bothered with anatomy this time - she merely needed something to hold the charm so that she could see what she was doing. Her magic would hold the creature up, and, given that Isopia had never been one to particularly worry about aesthetics, had simply let her mind vaguely form a shape and take off.
The warm light cast darkened shadows on her blood-splattered body. She was tan with marbling of maroon, though that bloody-palette was much more prominent on her left side rather than her right. The paint-markings were the only real reminder of her mortal lineage. Everything else about her screamed supernatural: from her incredibly height, so the four horns and wings that her body sported, to the mask of death that covered her pretty face, and finally to her chillingly academic gold stare.
Her cape trailed on the ground around her, but did not get dirty. It never did, really. The feathers which loomed on her pauldron were a bright white. The had changed a few days ago before Isopia had even really noticed that FrostFall was upon her. But her Father's magic did not lie, and neither did the feathers.
The last time Isopia had been here, she was cleaning up crystal with her cousin - crystal that Ros had recklessly broken off from the walls and left littering the floors. So, the earthen-child had returned, walking through the caves to ensure that no one else disturbed the fragile ecosystems that persisted down in the dark depths. As she moved, her magically-created rock-dragon followed at the top of the caves, loyally lighting her way.
@[Gull]
The warm light cast darkened shadows on her blood-splattered body. She was tan with marbling of maroon, though that bloody-palette was much more prominent on her left side rather than her right. The paint-markings were the only real reminder of her mortal lineage. Everything else about her screamed supernatural: from her incredibly height, so the four horns and wings that her body sported, to the mask of death that covered her pretty face, and finally to her chillingly academic gold stare.
Her cape trailed on the ground around her, but did not get dirty. It never did, really. The feathers which loomed on her pauldron were a bright white. The had changed a few days ago before Isopia had even really noticed that FrostFall was upon her. But her Father's magic did not lie, and neither did the feathers.
The last time Isopia had been here, she was cleaning up crystal with her cousin - crystal that Ros had recklessly broken off from the walls and left littering the floors. So, the earthen-child had returned, walking through the caves to ensure that no one else disturbed the fragile ecosystems that persisted down in the dark depths. As she moved, her magically-created rock-dragon followed at the top of the caves, loyally lighting her way.
@[Gull]
