The subtle crunch of the delicate snow beneath his robust limbs and the discreet thump of his beating heart were the only noises the baron heard as he wandered through the labyrinth of lifeless vegetation. His cranium was held low as his crimson lanterns scanned the vast winter burdened terrain. The crows that evermore followed Murder inspected him mutely from the branches of a nearby sycamore. They have been with him since the day he was thrust into this wicked world, constantly observing him in his every venture and habitually being his only companions. It has remained a mystery as to what draws the dismal obsidian fowls to shadow Murder like death himself. It astounded his dam as she witnessed these ominous birds begin to trail her, gradually at first but as the foal inside her grew so did the quantity of crows. From the moment of conception to the day the colt took his first rasping breaths of oxygen the ravens were there. From that day Murder, likened to his name, has never been without his murder of crows. Nonetheless he has grown quite fond of his feathered comrades and they in return appear to have a reasonably affectionate bond with him.
Murder reduced his gate to a halt and elevated his duel-horned skull to gaze into the trees, reassuring himself that the feathered beasts were still with him before he moved further. When the crows detected the approach of another being or menace he was made quickly aware, of this he was very indebted. Murder has from the commencement of his existence been a rather introverted creature; because of this he has avoided many interactions with others and if it wasn’t for his ravens he would not so effortlessly be able to sustain his life as a vagrant. Smoke pierced the atmosphere from his nares as he took in and exhaled the arctic air and scanned the grounds, discerning what his ensuing course of action should be. Darkness was starting to cloak the land and the already freezing air was growing colder. Murder was beginning to ponder seeking out shelter as the snowflakes once more began to dust his cadaver.
Just as rapidly as the thought crossed Murders mind one of the crows took flight and slipped grimly into the obscure formation of trees. Knowing, after so many years of noting the fowls every movement that tracked him incessantly, this was an indication that he should follow. His lion like extension lashed haphazardly at his thighs and rear as Murder twisted his torso and front pistons towards the west and began to slither his way in the identical direction in which the melancholy bird had recently vanished. It took but a scarce couple seconds for his voids to modify to the darkening of his environment but as rapidly as they did it became clear to Murder where his faithful cohort was escorting him. The insignificant cavern was even more elusive than the growing night and the abyss it created in the flank of the mountain was almost unsettling, in that instant Murder recognized it was the perfect resting spot. Inconspicuously he slinked into its sinister stomach and rotated to glare inquisitively from its depths, regarding his posse as they kept watch from the surrounding pines. A salient caw shattered the hitherto unbroken silence and perked Murder’s horns as his eyes scanned through the abundant ravens before him. He knew well what they were saying, that it was safe to repose and if any foreboding individual should transpire too close they would rouse him. With that Murder let his vermilion chasms regress behind his lids and the soft sounds of the snowfall draping the earth lull him to sleep.
[finished, sorry it took so long had to go out of town for work. But there you have it, sorry I'm a bit rusty its been ages it feels. And Sveilana, I wasn't quite done so if you could edit your post that would be much appreciated.]  |
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My black wings gleam purple in the light, and my eyes, my obsidian, onyx, onyx eyes are glowing glowing glowing, sparkling. A demon and a demon. Stop. Think clearly. I shake my head briskly, picking up a trot, weaving my confident way through the clumped trees. I see a stallion, followed by dregs of black, crows and ravens with glittering eyes and blunt beaks.
Stop!
Pause. Breathe. Pause. Breathe. Drink the sweet air in smoothly. My hooves fall a little heavier, my muscled steel neck arches, my gray nostrils snort. Black, slender legs blend with the flickering shadows. "What is your buisness here, unicorn? If you seek a home, a home I can offer." Night eyes drink his blued form, the dual horns twisting from his head. Wings shiver, and I breathe deeper. Today, unfathomably, I am shaken and tied tightly, unable to focus on anything other than the smallest of details.
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OPHELIA
Light lives in the darkness beauty lives in pain
In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain
An alabaster wraith dipped in blood picked her way delicately through the snow, leaving cloven prints in her tracks. Dual colored eyes took in the scene around her with an apathetic familiarity. Nothing much had changed since she last laid her gaze upon the trees, but her mind would not allow her to ignore the fact that some of the bark was chipped in new places and a few branches were fallen from being heavily leaden with snow.
As she moved west, the landscape of the snowy forest changed in a subtle yet noticeable way. Cloven hoofprints which were larger than her own dotted the snow, and she furrowed her brows curiously. She looked back over her high, sloping shoulders and followed the trail to the eastern horizon. A newcomer, perhaps? Ophelia remembered embarking upon this trail years ago with her sister. They were young then, barely able to sustain themselves. A frown curled her lips. One ear tipped in the direction of the prints, and the sound of birds rustling on the wind was curious. All of the birds had taken their families south, or so she had thought.
Curious and lacking normal instincts, Ophelia followed the trail north near the Foothills where the mountains began to erupt from the still ground. Be it night or day, the mare did not mind. The landscape did not change, and her mind was a flawless map. With a golden gasp, the last ray of sunlight slipped over the edge of the world, and her frost breath was turned to shimmering crystal by the moon's rays. A shadow, darker than the one that followed her intimately, caught her notice, and the prints disappeared into the crevice.
The falling snow caught in her lashes, dotting them with pearls of refracted light, and the flakes obscured both of their tracks moments later. Tinek, a silver shadow in the night, swooped from the sky and landed on his bonded's back, crimson eyes adjusting easily to the darkness of the cave. Ophelia used the bond with his mind as she moved beneath the shadow of the mountain, the pictures in his head guiding her hesitant, slow steps.
She blinked a few times, oculars adjusting to the darkness after a few moments of waiting. A shadowed figure with two, curled horns stood just inside, and she watched him curiously with one bloody red and one crystal blue eye. Tinek, the silver dragon, leapt onto a small ledge of the cave and crawled to the stranger, looking over the stallion with a youthful curiosity. Should she wake him? The mare was tempted to read his mind and assess his dreaming state, but she refrained.
"Good evening..." she trailed, her chime-like voice shattering the silence.
[OOC:
1. The admin team is going to gather and assess if Murder's group of crows is within the terms of the rules or not. Characters cannot join with magic or companions, but considering that this is a block of crows with no mind bond, that makes the situation iffy. We are going to decide on an outcome for the fairness of all the others who have gained companions in a traditional fashion.
2. There are no caves or mountains in the threshold! The closest mountains are to the north where the Foothills are. You can review the map here: http://helovia.net/misc.php?action=help&hid=22 ]
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Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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Phantasmagorias flashed through Murder’s dreamscape, portraits of his youth and snapshots of the several years he’d spent on this earth composed into a solitary almost horrific set of images. His muscles trembled, his lobes fell to his crania and unconsciously he began to slice at the soil with his right fore piston. Murder hadn’t even identified the femme arriving in the opening of the hollow, nor did he hear the lissome dragon slink over the crevice parapets towards his slumbering form. It wasn’t until his reveries took a nasty turn that Murder awoke. A scream pierced his ears as depictions of his crows taking flight out of dread occupied his vision and hastily he grasped it was not a scream but their earsplitting caws of trepidation.
"Good evening...”. The brute’s sanguine lanterns shot open when his skull was tossed upwards in astonishment as he, for the first time, developed a sentience of the vixen’s existence. His bloody chasms glanced from the mare to her dragon and back again as he tried to comprehend how they’d succeeded in sneaking past his sentinels. The alabaster avian lizard was too close for comfort which resulted in Murder’s hurried side step as he scowled at the scaled fiend with suspicion before setting his sights back on the monochrome mare. He didn’t respond to her salutation and instead moved a few paces forward to shove past her and hunt for his plumed brethren. Why didn’t they wake me? Murder deliberated as his lanterns dissected every branch in the vicinity with meticulous care, searching for any sign of his crows but he found zero. Not a one. Nothing.
A wrath began to consume Murder’s whole physique, percolating through his veins like venom. His judgments became cloudy as he strained to determine a motive for their absence. Never in his twelve years of life had they deserted him, and he sought answers…now. His hindquarters were in the direction of the female and methodically he craned his dome to glance over his shoulder at her, a sneer contorting his jowls as he scrutinized her.
“What have you done with them?”
His manner was refined and almost composed save the slight quiver in his tone towards the end. It was commanding all his self-control not to lash out and eradicate her right here and now. Murder rotated to face the harlot and elevated his cranium to watch her with livid voids. She would inform him of what she had done with his winged cronies or she would pay, and the price was not cheap. One ear was twisted in the area the dragon occupied, keeping track of its activities for Murder was no fool and an ophidian such as this specimen could do considerable damage. When he didn’t receive a prompt retort from the shrew Murder chuckled unnervingly to himself and shook his head.
“Perchance you didn’t understand me so I’ll charitably reiterate…”
His voice assumed a hint of amusement as he uttered these words and the grin widened on his maw for but a second before vanishing entirely. The fire in his lanterns reaching its peak.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY CROWS YOU IMPRUDENT BITCH!?”
His intonation boomed causing a considerable quantity of stones to dislodge themselves from the walls and plummet to the ground. Oxygen expelled from his nares causing steam to obscure his facade and his leonine tail flicked impatiently at his haunches. Murder’s muscles had tensed, his posture became defensive and his concentration was fixed on attaining all the information he could out of this wench. He would get his comrades back no matter how many copious amounts of blood had to be spilled in the process.
{ ooc: So I figured you could just post the RE in the ooc post you have above this one and we could continue. You were right, it actually did give me a bit of inspiration haha. Sorry about ignoring your character Svetlana but you didn't edit your post and I wanted to keep things moving. } |
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I shift uncomfortably, truly unable to focus. I cannot... no... I must. Listen, Svetlana. Listen. I force myself to breathe deeply. Yet the blue stallion begins to screech and snarl, snapping at shadows as a white unicorn approaches. A small dragon floats along with her. Such a scoundrel should not be allowed into any herd... no matter what warrior he may be. Perhaps... I am drifting away, my dark legs are walking. Tempting as he may be... I ignore his blasphemous snarls, pitying the white unicorn who he snaps at. A stallion who cannot control his temper is not worth it. Not worth it. No. Approach. I force my muscles to move, hoping my approaching this frustrated animal would not endanger the Triumvirate's delicate positions- Ricochet, was, after all, in charge of the horses.
I examine the stallion closer. He is a handsome enough beast, a rich blue with feet cloven like a goat's- a tasseled dark tail and a wild curling mane. One eye red, one eye electric blue. He is an interesting sight. I hope, however, he can control his temper. Such vile language! But we need new warriors. Perhaps he will do. I flit ever closer, taking note of the sudden disappearance of black ravens in the trees. Does a god linger in us? For a moment, I try to find the right words to appeal to this barbed-tongued blue horses. The white unicorn has spoken gentle greetings, but I seek something stronger, more proud and displaying strength and diplomacy in one.
"Unicorn, control yourself. You speak most unkindly towards. Your... crows may have disappeared by other forces at work," Black wings expand, gleaming with a faint purple-blue hue. I snort, gray nostrils flaring as I expose myself to the two-colored eyes of the blue roan. I doubt, unless the mare is an illusionist, that she would have the power to suck away the ravens from the trees, have them disappear without a trace.
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Such selfish creatures, bringing their gifts and anomalies and bobbles into the land that he and his siblings created. The mortal wretch had a lifespan of a summer's gnat, and they were usually just as irritating. Two, clear blue eyes watched the crows in morbid fascination from his perch among the divine, and he mused that they simply must disappear. A grin passed over his lips.
Ah, and here comes the good two hooves with her petulant dragon. She and her wicked mind, stuffed to the brim and filled with darkness she was too blind to see wandered into the cave to meet the creature, but the God had already silenced the horde of inky, feathered creatures.
Oh, but they were not dead, no. The creatures had been snatched individually and carefully from the time-stream in which this reality was occurring. Forward? Backward? Parallel? The universe in which they rested no longer mattered, because they no longer existed here. For his own amusement, the Time God watched the blue stallion scream in anger at the young, wicked femme. Would she have been observant enough to see the blackest purple pull the birds into the wall?
Oh the curiosity, but he has much better places to be than fixing a spat between two mortal creatures. Much more delicate matters rested in the balance.
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10-25-2012, 05:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2012, 05:48 PM by Ophelia.)
OPHELIA
Light lives in the darkness beauty lives in pain
In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain
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Well that was rude. Tinek had spied something in the darkness of the cave, an occurrence that his mind was too young to understand or be able to explain. Instead, he shoved the picture into her mind, but she was too preoccupied to pay much attention; the blue brute had shoved past her and out into the snow, and she laid her ears to the side in irritation. Ophelia was not a demanding creature, but a response to her greeting would have been preferable. The silver dragon was too upset with mulling over what he thought he saw to give much of a care about the stallion or his bonded's current irritation, and he flew to the far wall, clawing at the rock as if it would move at his touch. No response.
The delicately build mare turned her refined head over her shoulder, crimson eye staring out at him like a violent storm on a white sea. He sneered at her, and she narrowed her gaze in response, not at all impressed with his lack of manners and attitude. However, her heart was still kind; he was obviously distressed by something, and who better to blame than the creature who was standing next you you while you were sleeping? As she rehearsed that thought in her head, she realized just how odd and strange her actions had been, and her expression flattened with a soft grunt.
Done with whom? She furrowed her brows, innocent curiosity working through her crystalline irises, and Tinek, frustrated at being ignored, shoved the memory into her head harder, making her pay attention. The mare's eyes grew suddenly distant and ancient, then, white lashes fell to white cheeks as she observed the past in the perfection of her mind. How strange. The crows had seemed frozen and then simply... disappeared. Ophelia made sure to review that memory of Tinek's again, but she could not help but wonder if the gods were involved. After questing for the God of the Sun, she realized how often they gathered items and information from the mortals, usually for their own twisted familial problems.
When he screamed at her, muscles tense, her tulip ears flattened against her neck, and she lifted her swan-like arch in defense. Ophelia was a creature whose mind was so full of the past, that instincts had never properly developed. Even as a foal when she had been kidnapped by a wicked, foul witch of a mare and threatened with death, she had remained disturbingly impassive. Her mind was created for much different things than survival, but Tinek, however, was still a creature of the wild. In her defense, the silver creature swooped forward and landed between the mare's ears, opening his jaws. White, freezing energy poured from between his fangs in warning, and his young, juvenile body still managed to fit upon her brow, claws wrapped around her ivory horn.
The crows. She had heard the creatures upon her initial walk in the forest when she happened upon his tracks, and Tinek had distinctly watched them melt into the rock. With furrowed brows, she turned her neck the other direction toward the back of the cave, and her keen, two toned irises observed the back wall with interest. "Tinek has shared with me that your crows disappeared," she murmured, her delicate voice soft with curiosity. The pale and crimson wraith turned her back to him and walked to the rocky ledge, lifting her delicate jaws to see the signs of the crow's presence. A few droppings, feathers and clawmarks marked their brief respite in this place.
"They were sitting here, and then they ceased to move. Darkness appeared and they seemingly melted in the wall." Ophelia frowned. "Only the gods would have done such a thing..." she mused aloud, though more to herself than him. She turned then, her odd gaze leveling on the stallion. "Are you quite finished blaming me? Can we get on with finding your crows then?" she asked, eager to come to the bottom of this mystery.
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[OOC: I went ahead and posted the god for professionalism and reality in the post :) Just so that everything would be clear. And I am very glad that this jumped your muse! ]
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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10-25-2012, 10:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-25-2012, 10:16 PM by Valentine.)
Screaming could be heard, piercing through the sound barrier in the quiet forest. It almost didn’t go through the mind of the unicorn sitting in the shade of two tall trees, but he was done thinking, and his mind had started to fade. It was a quite whisper at first, and then he heard it as a clap. His mind moved as his body should have, automatically tuning in to it, trying to locate the source. His head moved slowly, looking in the direction it had come from. He was already trying to locate it in his mind. His body trotted in slow motion, wondering what the commotion was and who was causing it. Upon a clearing he saw the familiar form of Ophelia. In front of her was a unicorn he had not yet met. It seemed he had caused the disturbance, and Ophelia was looking aggressive. He walked up slowly, not so as to avoid attention but not to startle anyone. He saw a pegasus also, but he wanted to move to the source, so for the moment he completely ignored her. He looked between the two unicorns, and turned to Ophelia.
“May I ask what is happening here?”
(OCC: Hey I’m just going to act like Ophelia and Valentine know each other because we have that other thread, so yeah…)
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Gears are Shifting
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Murder was beside himself with anguish and rage. With the abduction of his crows it seemed his rationality was snatched as well. Typically a composed and inconspicuous demon it was as if in meager moments his entire disposition had transformed to that of a rampaging prick. But truthfully he just felt vulnerable, and that was very contrasting to Murder’s customary character. What these three equines and solitary impish deity were witnessing was a fully mature stallion acting comparably to a youngster that just misplaced their security blanket, and it appears to be a genuine mess. Murder’s heart rate was rapid, such as if his vital organ were about to burst, as he regarded the mare with distain. However his fixation on the femme was disturbed when his lobes gathered evidence of a fresh mortal intruding upon the scene. The resplendent granite hued wretch made her way towards them as Murder revolved his skull in her direction as she loomed nearer. The impression of confidence she emanated lurched Murder’s stomach into revulsion before she even spoke. "Unicorn, control yourself. You speak most unkindly towards. Your... crows may have disappeared by other forces at work." His auricles positioned themselves flush against his dome to indicate his aggravated state. His crania lowered faintly in hostility.
Who the hell does she consider herself to be? Murder pondered as he beheld her. He could articulate she assumed herself beautiful, and feasibly she was, but that was null and void to him. To him she was just another supremacy yearning organism and her encasement of loveliness was nothing but lies. She was a seraph and he desired naught more than to annihilate her wings.
“Ignorant swine. Enlightening me on how to behave? Be gone or I shall feed you to the devil myself.”
Murder hissed these lyrics varnishing them with such hatred they were nearly toxic. His cranium was dropped a hint further as he scowled at the infantile shrew before raising it back to full elevation and turning once more to the pale vixen. Unexpectedly however Murder was not only met with the harlot’s features but a new addition in the form of her milky gaping serpentine companion and it triggered him to retract his crown in surprise. Once he composed himself a guttural snarl formed in his larynx intended for the fledgling dragon and he took a stride backwards.
Exhaling rather crudely as he observed the adolescent critter embracing its master’s horn Murder felt an ache in his chest for his own absent comrades but he negated to let it show. "Tinek has shared with me that your crows disappeared.” The tranquility in her tenor startled Murder, for he wasn’t remotely benevolent to her and he anticipated her reaction to be quite different. Abruptly the mare spun and directed towards where he had just been dozing, analyzing the niches of the hollow with her two-hued voids. "Only the gods would have done such a thing..." Murder heard her whisper and his ears arose with inquisitiveness. The Gods? With this thought he sniggered to himself, shook his head and let his muscles ease somewhat. Those bastards.
Murder watched the wench turn to face him for a second time and heard the delicacy of her voice penetrate the atmosphere yet again. "Are you quite finished blaming me? Can we get on with finding your crows then? This femme intrigued him, she had a veracity to her that was modest and unusual but commanding in its own right. The grin he had worn formerly resumed on his maw but this time there was a tad more authenticity behind it. Before he could retort however yet another brute crossed the threshold and reverted Murder back to his defensive posture as his orbs gauged the feminine looking steed. It was beginning to appear to Murder as if you couldn’t have a psychological breakdown without the whole of Helovia attending. Gazing from the ivory bloke to the alabaster countess he noted how peculiarly related they looked and contemplated to himself if they were in actuality kin.
“You’d do well to mind your private matters stallion. This does not concern you, so I’d kindly request that you mosey along with that other mare over there. I have a necessity for this one.”
Murder’s sights wandered back to the dragon keeper as he uttered the last sentence. His words were not cruel this time, or they were not intended to be, but candor was one of Murder’s qualities and he wasn’t an individual to tip toe around feelings. It was true; he needed the pearlescent witch to recover what was taken from him and he had no tolerance for having his time squandered by equines that couldn’t aid him. |
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10-27-2012, 12:14 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-27-2012, 12:15 AM by Ophelia.)
OPHELIA
Light lives in the darkness beauty lives in pain
In destruction we may lose ourselves
But still I will remain
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Ignorant swine, troll, bitch, useless carcass... how many more evil names could be tied to her personage by the mortals upon this land? How many would judge her before understanding the truth behind her oddities and the sadness of her soul? A memory of without forget, filled with regrets. Every shimmering ounce of pain etched into agonizing permanence. A tortured, beautiful mind. She had been called many things, and the mare grit her teeth, refusing to allow his words in anger taint her desire to aide the stallion. Ophelia understood anger, and she understood it well. She promised to exact revenge on Nyra, and the mare was now dead. Vein filling rage consumed her when anyone threatened her sister, and Phi knew that she would murder without thought for her sibling.
A temper was forgivable. If Ophelia was able to forgive Deimos for leeching her soul from her body, crashing to her knees, then words in anger were a whisper on a hateful wind. As she searched the cave, she was unaware of his wandering gaze. The mare had never believed herself to be overly beautiful; she believed that her sister held the royal flush in that department. In her mind, she was an awkward half-blood whose only unique feature was the crimson in her fibers. The two colored eyes were a blemish in her thoughts, and her cloven hooves were a strange, classical feature on an otherwise average unicorn. Like most females, Ophelia tried to avoid her reflection in the waters. However, she was intelligent and independent enough to understand that her figure was given as such and that changing anything would be vain. She accepted her normalcy with a confident resignation.
When Tinek showed her what he had seen and she had made her hypothesis, she knew that it was time to explain. The difference in his demeanor was visible in the uncoiling of tense musculature beneath blue hide. Lips curled into the same, mad smirk, but this time, a glint in his eyes told her that he was not about to erupt once more with another slew of foul language. Only an ear ticked to the side when Valentine made his appearance, her two-toned gaze unwavering as she awaited an answer from the brute with the curved horns.
From the sound of the other male voice that reached her auds, she knew the stallion by acquaintance in the snowy north. He wanted to know what was going on, but Ophelia needed her answer. She wanted to help the stallion who had just lost his companions, but if he did not desire it, then she would move on with her life and find the answer to the curious happenstance on her own. Ophelia's posture was confident and modestly beautiful, weight resting evenly on all four cloven hooves. The wind danced in the long fibers of her tail, and her tulip ears tilted forward to listen.
The blue discounted Valentine's approach, and though she found his dismissal to be harsh, she understood the purpose. Being forced to entertain the curiosity of another when you have lost everything... that was a torture reserved for a special circle of Dante's hell. "I am awaiting this stallion's reply to my earlier questions, though his eyes have informed me that he has responded positively to my first," she replied to Valentine, though her gaze remained strangely fixed on the demon-eyed brute in front of her.
Tinek, the silver dragon, closed his frosty jaws and narrowed his own crimson gaze at the blue stallion, wary of his presence and intentions. Ophelia felt his movements shift, but she still patiently waited. Curiosity nagged in her gut, and she wanted desperately to read his mind and assess his thoughts in the matter at hoof, but she refrained. To enter a mind is to strip a creature of individuality, privacy and dignity; she would not do so unless absolutely necessary. "I am Ophelia," she said after a moment of quiet, her chime-like voice ringing through the clear, starry night.
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Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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10-29-2012, 02:21 PM
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Upon hearing the reply, his eyes narrowed at the double bladed stag. He wouldn’t go away and felt that it was his business, and wanted to say so, but he wasn’t sure how Ophelia or the other would act. He looked between them for a moment, unsure of how to proceed next, then decided to go with his original plan.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He strode to the other side of Ophelia, keeping his eye on the blue unicorn the whole time. “I don’t like those that threaten whom I know.” He hoped she wouldn’t take offense in this. He knew she could take care of herself, but while he was here, he might as well take her side and help her out, inside of just sitting there. The words “the other mare” made a bitter tone in his mind. I’m not just going to sit there in the background like a common shrub. He stiffened, making sure he looked like he was ready to defend her if needed.
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Lobes identified the departure of the other mare. To Murder this was a sensible course of action and he was eager for it. However Murder scrutinized the other brute as he did not heed his recommendation and relocated to stand beside the dragon damsel. The tri-hued stallion was abstemiously taller than Murder but rather unimposing and Murder chortled discreetly at his words. It dismayed him to realize that even the bluntest of clues were never regarded anymore. Others continuously seemed to believe that one must have additional motives abaft their words. But games were not something Murder liked to play in relation to communication. He had decided years past to leave that drivel to the youth. For in his mature age Murder discovered it was naught but a waste of his precious time to vacillate back and forth upon each other’s intentions. Murder had said what he preordained and yet this gentleman was convinced he desired to harm the maiden, and it vexed him. He was mindful now that his temper had been rather exaggerated. Yet he still persisted that if the behemoth had minded his personal affairs then Murder and the snowy wench would be on their way to recovering what was pilfered from him.
Crimson voids returned to the mare as she conveyed to the pasty male unerringly what was emerging with her delicate voice. Her unwavering composure transfixed Murder, for whereas he was commonly a reasonably empathetic fellow when he wasn’t abounding with animosity she had surpassed him outright. He could see the sorrow in her two shaded lanterns and for a moment shame riveted Murder’s stomach. Her benevolence in this situation practically appalled him, but he was thankful nonetheless.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to stallion, for I’m not threatening your acquaintance here.”
He strained to soften his manner but was unconfident if he’d come off more polite. Murder’s chasms darted back to the brute hastily before resting once more upon the femme. Her aerial lizard had seemed to cool as well and a relief began to torrent over Murder. Progress was being made. "I am Ophelia," she had murmured and Murder offered her a courteous nod.
“My response is positive to your proposition as well Ophelia, I would significantly appreciate your assistance in hunting for my cohorts. You may call me Murder.”
There was an exuberance to his lyrics this time and he cut the earth with his talon out of fervor to begin the quest. Now all he had to ensure was convincing the Gods to recompense him what was justly his. Nevertheless knowing how ostentatious and cruel they tended to be he recognized his challenge was yet to come. Rotating partial way to the left Murder drew his cranium back slightly before addressing Ophelia lastly with his pacifying baritones. Casting his skull towards the foliage he smirked invitingly.
“Shall we?”
{ ooc: Sorry its short, figured we could get this show on the road? Should they just meet up at the vein of the gods? } |
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| Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7 |
| Mare :: Hybrid :: 16.0 hh :: 6 Years HP: 77 | Buff: BULK |
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Tinek :: Royal Silver Dragon :: Frost Breath & Shock Breath
Tamme |
Undertow has come to take me. Guided by the blazing sun. Look at everything around us. Look at everything we've done.
Please. Anyone. I don't think I can save myself. I'm drowning.
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