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05-27-2017, 09:59 PM
history is written
by the victors
by the victors
It didn’t take long before others arrived as well. She felt the eyes of the newcomers roam over her, her flames taking on deer of curiosity, roaming and grazing across her back, illuminating Khairi as he stood among them. The first face to show was a colt she vaguely recognized, but a name was lost upon her lips. Thankfully, he introduced himself and his companion, while Khairi’s scarlet gaze remained glued to the lioness, distrust of the creature billowing through the bond. Nevertheless, Kiada offered Matheo a small nod of his own before someone else appeared.
This unicorn was different, but not in the way a majority of them were. No, instead, she appeared with telling the strangers that they should simply leave. Kiada refrained as best she could from rolling her eyes at the sentiment, beginning to wonder what creature pissed in her grass this morning. Though, truth be told, Kiada had never been outside of Helovia, so she didn’t really have any experience to talk.
The fiery one began to talk, which caused Kiada’s inky head to shift from the Helovians to view who the two of them were, mentally placing their names to faces. As she says her companion, Khairi’s gaze dances around quietly searching for another creature, not realizing the mare had meant the dragon-scaled man. After a small mental prod, her crystal gaze remained on the duo as she continued, asking if they were familiar with Helovia. “You could say that.” She half mumbled, ears relaxing in a more comfortable stance as the dragonscaled began to talk once more.
“There’s a variety of different lands, whether you choose to be part of a herd or outcast. I, myself, am from the World’s Edge. A place of mist, cliffsides, and a never ending roar of the ocean below.” She paused, ears lowering as if she was bored of speaking of her homeland. “There’s also the Basin, a place secluded among the mountains. Lots of snow, though, if you're into that sort of thing.” A small smirk crossed her lips as a small honeysuckle laugh escaped her. Then, her icy gaze drifted to Matheo and Sikeax in case they had more to add.
"Talk."
This unicorn was different, but not in the way a majority of them were. No, instead, she appeared with telling the strangers that they should simply leave. Kiada refrained as best she could from rolling her eyes at the sentiment, beginning to wonder what creature pissed in her grass this morning. Though, truth be told, Kiada had never been outside of Helovia, so she didn’t really have any experience to talk.
The fiery one began to talk, which caused Kiada’s inky head to shift from the Helovians to view who the two of them were, mentally placing their names to faces. As she says her companion, Khairi’s gaze dances around quietly searching for another creature, not realizing the mare had meant the dragon-scaled man. After a small mental prod, her crystal gaze remained on the duo as she continued, asking if they were familiar with Helovia. “You could say that.” She half mumbled, ears relaxing in a more comfortable stance as the dragonscaled began to talk once more.
“There’s a variety of different lands, whether you choose to be part of a herd or outcast. I, myself, am from the World’s Edge. A place of mist, cliffsides, and a never ending roar of the ocean below.” She paused, ears lowering as if she was bored of speaking of her homeland. “There’s also the Basin, a place secluded among the mountains. Lots of snow, though, if you're into that sort of thing.” A small smirk crossed her lips as a small honeysuckle laugh escaped her. Then, her icy gaze drifted to Matheo and Sikeax in case they had more to add.
"Talk."
kiada
@Matheo @Erasvet @Isorath
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
