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12-17-2012, 07:15 PM
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S V E T L A N A The StormChaser The flap of her wings were steady and quiet as she roamed the blue skies, high, high over Helovia, the only place where she felt safe right now. In the blue cradle. Unicorns could not attack her here. She was wonderfully safe. "Gods below and gods above." But she was thinking of Evers. Evers and his stupid logical reasons. Evers who had abandoned her. Evers, who she wanted to sire her child. Yes, it had been a while in the coming, but since being kidnapped, she had been so aware of how quickly she could die. And she wanted to live on in memory, in someone like her or maybe someone different. Which was why she came to the gods who had deserted her and desecrated her soul. They could grant her the ability to pass her memory on to others, a special ability indeed, one that she would use to guide and teach her child. That way, the child would at least know of the war and bloodshed. Her wings tilted downwards, the white body began its spiraling descent. There was a quiet clatter as she landed in the noon light, her hooves cracking on the stone before the shrines. "Gods. I ask of you to hear me." What more was there for the experienced war veteran to say? walk walk walk "talk talk talk"  |
