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12-31-2016, 05:03 PM
What awaits at the pools is not merely a respite from the cold, a lure which she normally avoids, but the elder. Already disturbed (aside from being herself, that is) by the malevolent gleam of the Sun overhead, the soldier only living in this hour for the bidding of her masters, the keeper of the peaks; she is a beast which normally haunts the night, beguiled by the lure of the Moon, and her silver handmaidens, and aureate knights, or prowls in the shadowy undulations of the storm’s overhead rage. The death of the Reaper, the one to whom she’d returned, is a cursory thing that nags upon her, bidding her to pass back out into the shadow, the nothingness, away from the bothersome tethers of Society, and the neediness of Her patrons. She looks upon the old man, who looks down at some unfortunate beast, whom the witch assumes to be his companion creature (so many in this land having bound themselves to so easily culled a body and spirit, a pitiful thing, to be mocked by those such as She, the Beloved one). It is such a putridly ordinary picture that the monster in a maiden’s clothing prepares to move on, her cackling expression twisted into a grimace which plainly displays her distaste for his friendship; turning away, the damsel is understandably caught off guard with the peculiar progression of the scene. Beguiled by the magic which envelopes the man, the predator narrows her focus upon the only display of such a thing she’s ever witnessed. A mortal, mocking their own soul-kin? Her lips twitch upwards at the strangeness of it all, from the wizened figure’s transition to fowl from unicorn, to the cruelness of this interaction, and its not long before that strange smirk births tittering giggles, behind which arrives the pale one. "Cluck cluck," she jests, hooves clacking lightly on the stone, her Cheshire smile looming in the steam, as she drops her crown to peer at the beady, bird eyes of the turkey-man, "it is peculiar magic, that." |
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@Albrecht
Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D
