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Questions, so many questions.
She was bursting at the seams with the need to know just what kind of man Tembovu was. She had seen him, seen his heart and seen his hope, but what sort of creature had he been before that heart had changed? Her steps were light and unencumbered, waking beside Graasvoel each morning had imbued the feathered woman with an inner glow. No longer were the beats of her heart hindered by confusion and rage, no, instead she had been freed from the pressure of her flaws through acceptance; of her self and of her past.
The rage still lived there in her belly, tucked away behind layers of what the mare could only call improvement and a valiant attempt at positivity. It would need a release soon, she knew, the venom within her heart was an endless being, it would not be so easily defeated. For now, though, for now she could allow herself to breathe and experience her surroundings with a newfound wonder. It was as if she was a child again, unbroken and new to the world, experiencing each moment as if it were her first.
Breaking through the treeline, Orithia found herself moving toward the mighty cliff that gave the World's Edge its harrowing name. As she approached the blustery drop, the lass felt a thrill - what if the edge of the earth were to crumble away, fracture and pour down into the raging surf below? A smile tugged at her lips. Risk would always be joyous to the infamous Uumalah murderess, the fine line between harm and safety would never fail to bring her to life. Peering down at the violent thrashing of the sea, Orithia glanced to her wings, then to her pastel hooves that were perched so precariously upon a precipice that all but promised a plummet to shallow, rocky depths.
Pivoting so that her back was turned to the edge, her thick length of tail hanging from the Cliffside to be tugged and styled by the wind, Orithia sucked in a breath.
"Kiuaji! Violet-eyed and double horned, grace me with your company."
With any hope, the androgynous stallion would hear her summons. With any hope, she would receive the information she needed.
She was bursting at the seams with the need to know just what kind of man Tembovu was. She had seen him, seen his heart and seen his hope, but what sort of creature had he been before that heart had changed? Her steps were light and unencumbered, waking beside Graasvoel each morning had imbued the feathered woman with an inner glow. No longer were the beats of her heart hindered by confusion and rage, no, instead she had been freed from the pressure of her flaws through acceptance; of her self and of her past.
The rage still lived there in her belly, tucked away behind layers of what the mare could only call improvement and a valiant attempt at positivity. It would need a release soon, she knew, the venom within her heart was an endless being, it would not be so easily defeated. For now, though, for now she could allow herself to breathe and experience her surroundings with a newfound wonder. It was as if she was a child again, unbroken and new to the world, experiencing each moment as if it were her first.
Breaking through the treeline, Orithia found herself moving toward the mighty cliff that gave the World's Edge its harrowing name. As she approached the blustery drop, the lass felt a thrill - what if the edge of the earth were to crumble away, fracture and pour down into the raging surf below? A smile tugged at her lips. Risk would always be joyous to the infamous Uumalah murderess, the fine line between harm and safety would never fail to bring her to life. Peering down at the violent thrashing of the sea, Orithia glanced to her wings, then to her pastel hooves that were perched so precariously upon a precipice that all but promised a plummet to shallow, rocky depths.
Pivoting so that her back was turned to the edge, her thick length of tail hanging from the Cliffside to be tugged and styled by the wind, Orithia sucked in a breath.
"Kiuaji! Violet-eyed and double horned, grace me with your company."
With any hope, the androgynous stallion would hear her summons. With any hope, she would receive the information she needed.
ALRIGHT DUDE TIME TO GOSSIP @kiuaji
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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
