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It is usual that a moment of solitude should not last long in Helovia. Azulee cranes her head upward to watch as the stallion makes his descent, ears swiveling. She chuffs brusquely as the stallion alights before her, a cloud of sand rising all about him. The woman is unsure how to receive his company; any enthusiasm would feel much too artificial, and so she keeps a stony facade, regarding him cooly as he presents himself. His golden coat most certainly matches the motif of the tideless golden sea that swallows the horizon in all directions. The creature on his shoulders, however, would appear to be terribly out of place. The lightning child peels her eyes in examination, unsure of what manner of creature this is. White-rimmed ear perk forward, hearken to his voice as voltaic eyes shift to meet his gaze. What is it you seek? Hm. The woman is troubled by this. Azulee has not come in search of anything. The only true calling she has ever found was in beating someone to a pulp. When she was new to the trials of courage and adventure, drifting from one land to the next had once been enough, but not now. Perhaps she has come in search of purpose, to the only "home" she has ever known, but even the place of her birth feels foreign now. Azulee is uncertain if her family holds any sort of presence here. Her father had died long ago, her mother had abandoned her, and her sister had been perpetually absent from her life for some time now. Suddenly, she finds herself surrounded by ghosts - the ghosts of Cassiopeia, of Azzuen, of Cirrus and Midas and Kri. She casts them away with a swat of her tail, as though it might scatter them to the still air. The woman decides she seeks answers. "Who rules here?" i've got your wild-eyed ways. |
hard mode—HP: 65/65
physical force and magic is permitted to be used on Azulee at any time provided it does not involve powerplay (unless specified otherwise); please contact me before attempting to kill.
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