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Windblown (open)

Beloved Posts: 121
Aurora Basin Soldier atk: 8.5 | def: 10 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 14.3 :: Appears 6 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE
Orphan :: Ragdoll Cat :: None Bunnie
#11


All earth was but one thought —
and that was Death




Her arrival seems to quiet the chatter; with her ears slipping astray of her pale crown, they threaten to fall back entirely, her lunatic grin fluttering in the corners with spasmodic twitches. What had she said? All that had passed from her lips were the usual cordialities shared between the mortals, from her own numerous experiences in such forests. An expectation of names (everyone always seemed to know hers, so she did not share it), an exchange of ranks and living accommodations, and then the inevitable end, no matter whether they went home together, or parted ways forever; the mare does not understand what rouses the tremulous ripple among Noah’s shared name, nor does she comprehend any better why it is everyone is just staring at her.

Who? asks Nora, shattering the mare’s confusion with a sudden clarity, as her dual toned eyes shift to the timid female. With a laugh that clearly assumes she’s stupid, the unicorn’s pale tail reaches across her flanks with lazy, audible strikes.

"Why, you," she giggles, her eyes widening as she speaks her last syllable, her head tilting with childish mockery, her cherub’s voice falsely sweet. They do not fasten upon Noah’s woman, however, instead drawn astray by the quick tongue of the interesting stranger; swift, her gaze finds him, her head still tilted from her reply to the confused, winged woman.

Not sure to be angered that he insults her, or confused as to what else he has called her, the white witch giggles, shaking her head as it rights itself, instead.

"No more intentional than your ignorance," she mirthfully muses, her eyes narrowing with what she has ascertained is amusement, rather than malevolence, for now, and the sound of her giggles remains passively cheerful.

"What is…" she had begun to ask of a rhinoceros, when the first flecks of mud splatter upon her face, the rest nestling within her mane, on upon her pale neck. The demure pitch of her voice is abandoned for the wrathful, brittle music which proceeds that act, a snarl rising from the tail of her suddenly silenced laughter, stepping towards the bank with slow and steady, minimal steps, her eyes shining coldly. "Oh? How fitting a name, and its similarity to canine."

Her grimace’s downturned edges begin to rise: becomes a dark smile, wreathed in giggles.

"My Master has no use of dogs," she says, tilting her head, with a sudden thought; perhaps she should just leave, before she embarrassed herself in front of the Undying God bringing such uncouth beasts to his shrine, "especially stupid ones. Shame, too, considering this one’s obvious like of mud."


[ OOC: Hubby is home so this will have to do. <3 ]


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Messages In This Thread
Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-03-2017, 06:30 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-04-2017, 07:02 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Sansa - 06-04-2017, 03:50 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-05-2017, 12:05 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-05-2017, 12:27 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-05-2017, 10:54 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-05-2017, 06:32 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Sansa - 06-05-2017, 09:13 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-06-2017, 11:57 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-06-2017, 12:40 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-06-2017, 04:02 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-06-2017, 06:36 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Nora - 06-11-2017, 09:38 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Canaan - 06-11-2017, 03:42 PM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Beloved - 06-12-2017, 11:34 AM
RE: Windblown (open) - by Noah - 06-13-2017, 10:01 PM

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