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03-14-2016, 12:30 PM
She had been hovering at the edge of the treeline for some time now, pastel pink eyes shining out from the wind-whipped shade here at the Edge of the World. The pale figure was glad that she had wrapped herself in a cloak of silence as her ears swiveled to catch the voices of her herd. There were a few faces that she recognized, though the vast majority of those that she trained and fought to defend were nothing more than strangers. Passable faces that breathed in the same air as she and relied on an anonymous, rage-fueled Pegasus to protect and serve them in their time of need.
The notion stirred up a chuckle.
A small grin curled at her lips as she watched her herdmates whoop and holler as promotions and positions were awarded, Tembovu's presence radiating a kind of benevolent dominance that Orithia wouldn't admit that she envied. The rose knew that outside of her soft curves and blushed tones, she was all fire and sharp edges; her dominant energy was a product of animosity and flame, nothing at all like the cool confidence that radiated from her Elephant King. She had to stop herself as more voices rang out amongst her own ranks, the pirate boy that she had briefly trained and patrolled with had been promoted to captain.
A fine title for the washbuckled sea child
And she was surprised to find that her thoughts were almost fond.
Eyes sliding back to rest upon the towering form that served as her King, the desert princess listened but did not engage; she would follow and find her sparring partner in due time, but until then, she would remain a mere wisp.
The notion stirred up a chuckle.
A small grin curled at her lips as she watched her herdmates whoop and holler as promotions and positions were awarded, Tembovu's presence radiating a kind of benevolent dominance that Orithia wouldn't admit that she envied. The rose knew that outside of her soft curves and blushed tones, she was all fire and sharp edges; her dominant energy was a product of animosity and flame, nothing at all like the cool confidence that radiated from her Elephant King. She had to stop herself as more voices rang out amongst her own ranks, the pirate boy that she had briefly trained and patrolled with had been promoted to captain.
A fine title for the washbuckled sea child
And she was surprised to find that her thoughts were almost fond.
Eyes sliding back to rest upon the towering form that served as her King, the desert princess listened but did not engage; she would follow and find her sparring partner in due time, but until then, she would remain a mere wisp.
@TEMBOVU @ELSA
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Honestly, kick her ass at any time. Seriously.
Any and all aggressive and non-aggressive contact permitted.
Please no permanent injury or death. We'll get to that part at some point.
xoxo
