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01-24-2016, 07:20 PM
The Edge proved to be an interesting place, and Kiuaji had spent his time carefully and deliberately seeking out every nook and possible cranny within the herds borders and committing them to memory. All would come in useful at one time or another, whether for storing his future collections of potions and vials and growing of his flowers and plants that's intentions were far more nefarious than the flowerings blooming in the Green House. Other spots, would simply be a place for the viperous stallion to watch and observe the comings and goings of those that passed. What better to hunt snakes that slithered within the mists, than a snake itself? Eventually, he was brought to a clearing with a crystalline clear creek running the breadth of it. He had contemplated exploring it to see if the plants there would be of interest, but elected against it when he observed that their leaves and flowered heads weren't what he was after. A shame, he'd have rather had liked to take a stroll through the clearing and sip from those refreshing waters, but he had better things to be doing with his time. Only, as he turned to walk away, like a great cat returning to the shadows something caught his eye and he paused in his step. A spotted pegasus pranced into the clearing, with wings that fluttered and took the shape of a butterfly's. She was an oddity the likes of which Kiuaji had never seen, for the Korofi of his homeland were all styled in the images of the great raptors of the sky, and twice as barbaric as their avian counterparts. Kiuaji had a handful of run ins with their representatives and had often come away with the dire need to dip them in acidic bath. She however, held an air of sadness and sweetness they did not, with her spotted hide and gentle wings. Helovia was a bizarre and marvelous place of oddities and laws unto itself, it seemed. The poisoner watched a little longer from the safe, shadowed tree line and misted brushes. Waiting for what? He wasn't sure, an opening to speak to the unusual creature? The opening came in the form of a gilded tear sliding down the maidens face and he stepped from the brush, his step elegant and feminine. Like a regal siren of the forest with a veil of concern casting an illusion on his marked features, he approached, to the unsuspecting stranger he looked like a concerned maiden himself, looking out for a herd member who had ended up lost within their own thoughts and sadness. "Whatever is wrong?" Effeminate voice equal parts light and airy, but no less dipped in the same concern his body hummed. Kiuaji stopped short of the pegasus mare, and let his long tassels rest and pool around his plumed dipped feet as a svelte hip cocked out to the side as his purple eyes observed her contently. His spiraled horns tilted to the side in a gentle swing as his head turned toward the leaf peppered sky, as if to emphasize the next words that fell from his crafty lips. "On such a lovely day as this, no one should be sad." Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in
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@Myrrine
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"let me shatter your frame of mind, my dear"
force & magic permitted on Kiuaji at all times
with the exception of maiming and death.
