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Windblown (open)

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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
#15


All earth was but one thought —
and that was Death




Nora, proclaims the bold gold and white lion of a man, does not speak the common tongue of this realm; he says this as if she is to be forgiven, or perhaps even cared for by the white one, too dumb to know what is said to her. Yet, Beloved does not feel sympathy, especially not for a grown woman in a land which she has arrived to unsuited and out of place, and she will yield in no means for this foolishly venturing lark. It was not the wicked one’s qualm, that Noah’s dove was lost, and she would not make it such; with narrowed eyes she beholds his coldly mouthed words, her ears lifted, but her soul bundling, wending within, in dark rivulets of smoke and mire.

Like a quavering babe his lover inquires with her wobbly tongue if they are to go, and the pale witch tilts her eyes upon the oil slaked dame with a upwards quirk of her lips, allowed by such a narrow twitch of her muzzle, so entwined are these two birds. Like one being, conjoined, a mass of love and compassion that makes the vile heart of Beloved recoil in suspenseful wonder, unsure what to do, or make of such a display. Her desire to retort spitefully at the idiocy of wandering in a realm to which you are ever the stranger is lost in the bewilderment at such mortal intimacy.

But, they do not leave, not even when the Dog covers them in muck, and the disdain which marks the lion’s face is turned instead upon the male miscreant, rather than the snowy witch. That glare is shortly placed, however, for her retort to the muddy hound is rewarded with the full attention of those who might understand her. Stares land upon the lunatic mask of the demoness, and she giggles with mirth to be so captivating.

"Oh? You do not yet know of the Many Named God?" she enthralls them, luring their eyes to remain fastened upon her with the dramatic flair of hinting, beguiling, casting shadow upon shadow, "they killed him, you know. Four times they struck with their blades and magic and venom in tandem; they pierced and maimed the Undying God, cast His soul into tatters and ash..."

Her grin grows wide, haunting, her black eye empty as a void, but her silver quivering, shaking, focusing and refocusing on nothing and no one, her giggles sharp and staccato among her tale.

"But four rarely bests four, as any who knows, knows mortals count for naught but noise and fervor; and now the Master is Many, and Helovia is His," she looks away, out towards that sacred place, the stones and the black flowers which bloom from the impossibly soiled murk of the black mud and fetid pools of stale rain, "it would be wise to serve him, Beloved thinks. Even brave lions, and especially their lost lambs."



Image by Thierry Ehrmann@Flickr - Code by Me
Quote from Lord Byron's Darkness
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Feel free to attack her with physical or magical violence at your own risk. ;D


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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