[OPEN] Herd Quest

Maren the Crownless Posts: 264

Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE

Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing Yewrezz

12-26-2016, 11:14 AM (This post was last modified: 12-27-2016, 06:51 AM by Maren.)

M A R E N

^{- By the precepts of her purity -}

The air she inhaled held the ripples of winter, shivering as she breathed them out in the form of hazy clouds. The tigermare was sitting outside the temple, her left back hoof on a rest while she watched the shimmering dunes move. She could almost hear the Diviner's Fire's crackling flames that burned behind the dune-like formation in its dancy red swirls. Mr. Teatime was purring next to her, swishing his tigertail on the entrance of the Sun God's Temple to keep it from dust. It was a duty Maren had assigned to him, though of course she knew it was barely a way to keep him busy through the day. Those who had lived in the Throat for some time knew that the desert dust was the everyday dresscode for an average desert dweller. Sometimes with and something without a puff of the salty sea's parfume, or the blush of a burned nose. Naturally, that all depended on the individual.

Maren coughed when her companion swooped (swished?) a poorly aimed dustcloud of sand in her face. "Achum, you might want to adjust your angle of incidence, my friend," she said with teary eyes. But it was then that she heard her name mix in with the hissing winds that swirled around the temple, and she turned her head to see the Inquisitor approach them.

The Young Demi-Goddess looked as strong-willed as always amidst the gold of their land. The Diviner was in the midst of her nod to greet the Sultana when the girl's words went straight to the point. Aithniel's urgent confession rained down with an explanation. "How strange, that does sounds worthy of our concern," she admitted in a thoughtful and slow old-lady voice, even though she was not. However, a slightly more troubled expression now framed her silent eyes. Was their land truly falling apart? "Let us not waste any time then, to the Holy Fire it is!" And she successfully managed to escape Mr.Teatime's dusty efforts, without hurting his feelings, and crossed the heavy sands that separated them from the Diviner's Fire.

As much as their sea felt like a true companion to her as well, she could not afford to misplace her priorities this time. When she had found herself in front of the Fire, along with the Demi-Godess. She watched the curling flames lick and devour the air, watched it spin and dance in its wild and enchanting way, when she scraped her dusty throat to speak in order to hopefully reach him. "God of the Sun, please hear our prayers as we wish to speak to You, Patron of our golden land, as we worry about the state of our island."

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Herd Quest - by Aithniel - 12-02-2016, 02:30 AM

RE: Herd Quest - by Maren - 12-26-2016, 11:14 AM

RE: Herd Quest - by God of the Sun - 01-01-2017, 01:06 PM

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