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06-22-2015, 06:06 PM
The ocean blue mare lingers at the fringes of the Frozen Arch, resting in the shadows of the snowy mountains—as she has for a day or two now. Having wandered from her mountain valley home with no real purpose but to familiarize herself more with the wilds of Helovia (and perhaps to make a friend or two), she has taken refuge from the bitter winter winds at the mouth of the caves. She intends to remain here a short while to rest her cold bones and stiff muscles from the rugged descent, sensing no haste or pressure in her wanderings. Lying on the cold ground of a cave, with her neck stretched out and her mass of hair lying in dark coils around her, Tiamat watches in silence the raw ferocity of Frostfall. Although her own body is not equipped to handle such bitter temperatures as well as some others, she is still fascinated by the white season. It is exciting, haunting, and beautiful all at once. She has a deep respect for nature and its many mysteries and wonders—just as spring is the new beginning, winter is the preparation, the first step towards something wonderful. With the trace of a smile shadowing her lips, she sighs contentedly to herself, her warm breath curling in pale wisps from her nostrils. Come. Come to me… A dainty ear pricks before Tiamat raises her head, her blue brow knitting in confusion before her gaze eventually trails…behind her. Is—is that where the voice is coming from? From somewhere within the network of caverns? Exhaling, the blue mare rises to her hooves, turning from the fierce wonder of Frostfall and gazing into the murky darkness. Come to me… True to her nature, her initial thought is that perhaps someone needs help—but the voice, whoever it is, is not nearly urgent or anxious enough. Like a sighing gasp of breath, it curls around her, whispering slowly to her ears. Flicking her plumed lion tail behind her, the unicorn wanders deeper. Her steps are hesitant at first, wary, but gradually cloven hooves are able to find their way more assuredly in the darkness. Eventually she stops, but she doesn’t know why at first—until she realizes that the trail splits. Blue nostrils curling, Tiamat sniffs at the cold, stale air—even the recent scents are unable to hide the unknown that weighs heavily here. Taking a more steading breath, she closes her eyes for a short moment, trying to listen. The voice moans, sighing and echoing off the stony walls, distorting left from right and up from down. Opening her eyes, Tiamat knows all she can do now is follow her heart. Allowing the crevices and grooves of nature to guide her, she turns to the right, her steps measured as she wanders forward into the shadows. notes;; Tiamat goes RIGHT. Seeking [Magic: EarthxWind (A) | The ability to draw moisture from the clouds, water, and sky to create up to three small, or one large, floating pockets of water that she can move at will.] wishlist No prior refusals. “Speech.” |
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