Maren the Crownless Posts: 264
| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing
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03-01-2017, 09:43 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-01-2017, 12:22 PM by Maren.)
Because hers had ended early, the first dates were only now officially called to a stop by a sharp slashing sound of somebody's whip. Maren turned to see what's-his-face-name Barnabas? He is the guy organizing the circus? Her eyes gleamed in thought as she turned to watch the last shard of the sun set while she waited. In the dark her halo lit up above her winged head, subtly casting its light on her back. She saw her stoic expression reflecting in the water, as much as it tried, didn’t think it looked anything even close to an angel. Left was a priestess too tainted by mortality, too drunk for that matter; with innocence long gone. The tiger striped mare took another apple from one of the lilies. She was quite aware of their effects by now, even if only judging from those around.
Her silent eyes traveled around, awaiting her new date while her name tag stuck uncomfortably to her shoulder. There was a girl approaching, roses tangling from her mane. Sikeax had flowers in her mane, too. With a sluggish mind she wondered randomly if that was in fashion now - and then continued to realize with a shock of disbelief and confusion that she didn’t know anything about that subject. She looked like a girl that cared about such things. About anything ordinary. "Evening," She proposed with a smile that didn't quite match the rest of her marble expression. "I'm Maren, the Diviner of the Dragon's Throat" - She thought it, perhaps it was the apples, but she didn't spit out the words. "How do you keep those roses alive?" But she scratched that, too. Her long mane simply nestled around her neck as she tilted her head, violet shimmering within the gold of her silently questioning eyes instead. "Do you want to get out of here? I've got a boat."
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Feel free to ignore the slight pp XD Just went with that since they are supposed to know who they are meeting orsomethingidunno
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| Aurora Basin Thief atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 :: 5 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE |
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It doesn’t take long for the drunken monstrosity of her previous date to be forgotten—the antlered creature is left slumbering and alone somewhere in the shadows of the forest, abandoned, while the dainty predator continues without a pause in her step. Savoring the taste of her victory, she allows herself an apple from one of the lily pads, hissing softly to herself as the heat of the alcohol burns through her stomach and into her bones.
Suddenly, a face emerges from the blur of bodies, framed in feathers and garnished with a halo that drips starlight in the darkness, looking at her with eyes like burnished embers. She is unlike anything Imogen has seen before—and within her gut, twists something between pity (noting the plain slope of the stranger’s shoulders) and awe (unable to deny the chilling, cherubic quality of her angular features). “Evening,” Imogen murmurs in response, lilting her tone to complement that of the tiger-woman’s.
She feels little need to fill the silence that follows, appraising this haloed creature with a modest eye. Wordless assessments form behind her silky expression, trying to pick apart the other woman and leave her exposed, but she finds few details that hook her attention. “A boat?” Imogen questions, tilting her own head now, the threads of gold jewelry and plump roses rustling against the sleek curve of her neck.
There is a part of her—small, but demanding and stubborn—which recoils at the idea of stepping into someone else’s arrangements, of releasing control of the situation and relinquishing herself to another’s bidding (if only for a moment). But with the uneven beat of her heart against her ribs, she throws herself forward, excited by the unknown. Leaning towards the other woman, she lets slips a coy smile that slowly curls across her smoky lips. “After you—Maren, is it?”
notes; I'm so excited to thread with you!! :D
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Maren the Crownless Posts: 264
| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.0 :: 6 HP: 70 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Mr. Teatime :: Siberian Tiger :: Sing
Yewrezz |
“A boat?”
It felt somewhat rushed. Her name kept sealed within her throat, yet it ended up on the other end anyway; proposed by another's lips. A pretty stranger's lips. Pretty like the plump roses in her hair, looking too fresh, hanging between long locks - for their shortcut, flowery lives. Perhaps she grew them from her crown. Maren couldn’t help herself and allowed her own gaze to travel to the stranger girl’s name tag as well. For a moment too long she looked at it intensely. Reading it as if she maybe couldn’t figure out the letters. Then she looked up, searching for the girl’s eyes. “You’re pretty”.
Imogen’s face came closer to hers, shifting into the light of Maren’s halo. She could clearly see the velvet sheen around her eyes, the shimmering of her whiskers, the slender lines of her nose - the softness that was probably its touch. When the girl spoke Maren couldn’t think much of it, except stubborn.
“How dare you,” she muttered - but her outlandish voice was a gentle tease, much like the nightly summer breeze. She suddenly bowed her neck. The ivory strands of her mane fell down as one, but her eyes glanced up just before she gracefully stretched a white wing to show off the wooden vessels’ empty seating space. “Please,” she smiled again, this time accompanied by a sound that was a strange mixture between begging and utter patience; like that summer wind hidden under a cloak of a chilling night. Both the summer wind and the Crownless just wanted to be warm - to feel warm. “A boat is not steady, it can be stubborn,” like that glimmering in your inky eyes - ”If I go first who will catch you if you loose your balance.”
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