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08-20-2015, 02:39 PM
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Ophyreia was quite enamored with her first interactions in this new world of Helovia. Ophelia and Jahzara of the World's Edge had welcomed her kindly into their home, while Ilios of Dragon's Throat had given her a dash of amusement. Upon the group's departure from the Threshold, the earthen mare had been given the option to follow Jahzara back to her new home in the misty forests, or to take a detour with Phi and discover more of what Helovia had in store for her. Little did she know it would be so... chaotic. As they neared the highly unusual landscape, the grulla woman's pace slowed, letting Ophelia traverse ahead of her and fully into the turmoil of so many bodies. Ophyreia, on the other hand, paused on the outskirts, her wide carmine eyes observing all that was unfolding. The waterfalls were so red, and thick... exactly like blood. There was a rather imposing stallion near the sanguine waters, his body bleeding the same liquid that the cascades were made of. And there were at least a dozen other beings whose confusion completely saturated the air. She heard multiple different distressed calls... "What happened?" "What's going on?" "Where are we?" "Have you been here before?" Curses, even. More concerned voices were asking others if they were okay, if anyone were hurt. This couldn't be normal. With a large huff, she forged forward, her large yet distinctly feminine body weaving through the lawlessness, and eventually making a beeline for the only body she did recognize in this new and rather bewildering realm. "Ophelia... this is your Helovia?" her voice was soft, incredulous, probing, confused. "They all look as lost as I am!" That couldn't be right, could it? Maybe they, too, had fallen into an unexpected trap of magic. What an exciting introduction to Helovia. |
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NOTES: joining the partay!
COUNT: 304 words
NOTES: joining the partay!
