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09-28-2015, 09:01 PM
Dröm ♞
The empress moved forth, a regal dance that swiftly concluded by the winged beasts. They were stout, unimpressive in their daunting, yet the woman was definite in her certainty that they would carry vast a knowledge or the desire to gain it. The Arabian kept her eyes from lingering on their bodies, such was inappropriate. Instead, the delicate lady's orbs feasted on the the sight of a blooming, BirdSong, world. Rather wee ears were rotated ahead, catching words that formed a rather simple question. The golden girl found herself... speechless. When they question her, what is she to say? What are they to ask? A StoryTeller she once was, but her story is not one she will tell. A dapper smile rests on her lips, her disposition exuding a calm, gentle, friendliness. She is usually seen as welcoming, even with a dark cloak draped on her back, a thing reminiscent of spies and dark wizardry, of villains and thieves. No darkness could match the mare's ivory purity, she is of angels, perhaps from the gods themselves. Still, a humble humility caresses her form. After a stretch of silence, this Arabian speaks, words drenched in thickly pronounced words, the tongue of a foreigner. "'Ello, I am Dröm, founder of The Warden." Though her Swedish-lilted words stood out, they remained sweetly light, blending harmoniously with her picturesque feminine beauty. "Who might'ya be?" Her sentences could be smoother, they are far from impeccable, but perhaps these strangers will appreciate her attempt at their language, a very foreign language at that. Caramel eyes flicked between them, noting their similar height. She concluded that even though she may be the odd one out with a bare back and a simple coloring, she was pleased to meet possible friends. Those these stallions had not said nor done much, the lack of violence suggested that perhaps they were beasts of tranquility and relaxation, not tense brutes willing to attack every living thing their eyes fixate upon. She was content in such company. "chatting." shoot for the s t a r s |
first real drom post in a while, excuse the shittiness? also.. hope you dont mind drom popping in? :D
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