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10-17-2016, 10:45 AM
this old world has brought me pain
but there's hope for me again
but there's hope for me again
The sunset mare and the kitsune watch idly as the creature begins to speak, soaking in the information that he offers with interest. Persephone is decidedly more nervous than her companion, while Alecto is nearly wriggling with glee by the end of the god-cousin's speech. The way the sea-stallion talks is charismatic and alluring - just the type of thing that the Earth Medic has long since learned to avoid. Her father had shared those same qualities, but he had lured her in to do his bidding and made it nearly impossible to escape. An almost imperceptible shudder courses through her at the memory. Meanwhile, Alecto's emotions flicker through the bond: there is excitement and eagerness, and Persephone comes to understand that her kitsune's friendly, playful nature is again getting the better of her.
Don't run off, the sunset mare warns, her mind-voice plaintive. Though Alecto does not respond with words, the little fox-creature settles dutifully at her bonded's hooves. She feels the fear and anxiety in the unicorn, and that, more than anything, serves to keep her rooted firmly in place.
The god-cousin seeks to restore a black and deadened land. The description does little for the sunset mare, who has explored only the smallest sliver of Helovia. Unlike many of the others who are assembled, the mare doesn't even know the stories of this land, and her polite expression twists into a frown. If the stallion is telling the truth, then she will be more than happy to help however she can - after all, she is a medic now, and restoration is her job - but she cannot help but harbor lingering doubts about the beast's intentions. Only time will tell, she sighs silently to Alecto, then adds her own affirmations to the growing cacophony of voices.
Don't run off, the sunset mare warns, her mind-voice plaintive. Though Alecto does not respond with words, the little fox-creature settles dutifully at her bonded's hooves. She feels the fear and anxiety in the unicorn, and that, more than anything, serves to keep her rooted firmly in place.
The god-cousin seeks to restore a black and deadened land. The description does little for the sunset mare, who has explored only the smallest sliver of Helovia. Unlike many of the others who are assembled, the mare doesn't even know the stories of this land, and her polite expression twists into a frown. If the stallion is telling the truth, then she will be more than happy to help however she can - after all, she is a medic now, and restoration is her job - but she cannot help but harbor lingering doubts about the beast's intentions. Only time will tell, she sighs silently to Alecto, then adds her own affirmations to the growing cacophony of voices.
"Persephone speaks."
Persephone
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Persephone always goes by the alias "Cora."
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