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Protectors of the Earth || Open

Mirage the DragonHeart Posts: 414
Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Equine :: 15.3 :: Eighteen HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE
Akaith :: Royal Golden Dragon :: Fire Breath Whit
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Loneliness was something of a rarity for the little shadow mare. With ease she walked amongst her trees, using the mists as a kind of guide, as they danced and whirled in her path before she stepped, and in her wake. The leaves seemed to bend around her elegant form, inviting her closer, showing her the way even as her neat hooves forged an intricate and complicated path through her home. It took her mostly around the borders, but in a way that allowed her form to be mostly hidden from onlookers, enabling her golden eyes and finely crafted ears to absorb all that went on around her. The cloaking magic that so often, so easily draped itself around her shoulders was not needed today, she walked as she had for the years since her birth, silently, subtly weaving her way, moving like a shadow would, bending and existing only as a figment of one's imagination.

With pleasure softening the indifference she wore upon her chiselled façade, Mirage heard the gentle cooing of a stallion, a call for friends, comrades, herdmates, a call for ones who were not necessarily lonely, but who were tired of their momentary solitude, who sought the company of a familiar soul - or perhaps a soul that was yet to become familiar.

Dark limbs bent and turned, her bodice curving and dipping as her path altered, a soothing song leaving her sooty lips in return to the Protector's call. Akaith was nearby, as always, her glistening, golden bodice gallivanting on the salty sea breezes amongst the canopy. She chortled, her voice trilling in many a colourful manner, harmonising a symphony of peaceful happiness as the duo approached the heart of the home realm. "Destrier." The name was spoken with a hint of an accent, a token of the many years and leagues the little shadow had travelled. She said it as she came around the bend of rather large timber, nodding her chiselled tiara to him in greeting as she closed the distance. "How does this day find you? Well, I should hope." She inquired friendly, genuinely interested in him, in wanting to learn more about him, in wanting to hear how she might aid him, improve his lifestyle.







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Protectors of the Earth || Open - by Destrier - 01-30-2013, 10:01 PM
RE: Protectors of the Earth || Open - by Mirage - 02-04-2013, 07:23 AM

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