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11-26-2012, 11:34 PM
Stellaluna From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate. |
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Golden hooves picked at the landscape. The rusty mare easily avoided the bubbling magma. It's blue hue piqued her interest, but she wasn't here to sight see. She had an agenda, a request. Her golden eyes, though they wandered a bit to take in this landscape that was riddled with magic, mostly stayed intent on her course. She had heard legends of this place, had been told of gods who listen to requests from the mortals. Perhaps they would hear her plea, and let her hold the magic they provided. For this mare was riddled and crippled by haunting memories. The murder of her father, the slaughter of her mate, the still form of her newborn foal. She wished to capture memories of others, turn them against her enemies. Show them what she suffered every waking moment, every restless dream. Soon she found a shrine she assumed to mark the spot of her request. The end of her leonine tail flicked nervously, but her head remained high and proud. Golden eyes glistened with anticipation. She lowered herself, bending one front let, and another extended before her. She held this sweeping bow for a respectable amount of time before she spoke. Her maw opened, and a voice smooth as honey but bold as the frigid cold escaped her. "Dearest Gods, hear my plea!" She called out to the silence. She could feel the presence of magic, knew her words would not remain unheard, even if they wound up unanswered. "I come before you, a mere mortal, requesting audience with you. Please, come and hear my prayer. The mare stood, her soft golden dapples reflecting a bit of the light around her. A breeze swept through her creamy banner, and her ears remained attentive, hoping she would hear a response over nature's breath. OOC::WAR :: TimexDark :: User may conjure up images of a battle or death that occurred where they stand. Upgrade-able to include voices and make it seem as if the battle is actually happening around them. Would like to have war, but with slight modifications. She can summon a memory of war/death as an illusion, regardless of location. She can't see into the minds of her victims, but the magic extracts the illusion as it's remembered.:: |
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