Red Stains [open]

Red Stains [open]

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10-22-2012, 07:06 PM

Another garnet splashed form made her way into the steppe. She slunk through the blankets of snow, firey tail silk trailing through dust. Though she was no part of the misplaced group of the former Edge, she lingered in the North. There were certainly better places to spend Frostfall, but enough of her time had been spent in solitude. Since her fairly comedic, pleasant meeting with the old boy, Myrddin, the cold storms of these parts seemed less daunting.

Porcelain pools caught sight of the vibrant, ruby and white streaked stallion first. It didn't take long for the same sharp eyes to find the heart-shaped splotch on his haunch. The poor little brute stuck out like a sore thumb in this blank world; the emphasis seeming to fall more over his strange little mark and wild coloring. Sorcha didn't even try to suppress a laugh as she made her way over to the stranger in her reckless, swaying walk. She was just in time to spot another stag, who was apparently just as amused with the view as she was. "Very unfortunate, I'd say."

The scratches on her barrel were almost fully healed now, only pale pink lines marring her intricate pelt. With their passing returned her brash nature in it's full, though there was an unseen trace of wariness in her mind after the bear attack. The dame watched with a cold grin on her pale lips as the more common looking stallion continued. He was no perfect specimen either; a cracked remnant of a second horn stood on his handsome brow. It was not often that she saw others of her own kind with more than one appendage, and never any who matched her six. The bay's flawed set were still intriguing, however. They gleamed like solid crystal on his head. She couldn't help but think that they probably made for a magnificent sight once upon a time. Her attention rose from his horns as the buck's question met the air. "Maybe cupid here fancies you." A sharp retort left her own maw, brimming with sarcasm. At the back of her mind, she realized she didn't want to cause too much conflict with Myrddin's group. The old coot was graced with her interest and liking, even if some of his ideas were a bit flawed.