Thick flakes of water rain down from heaven, specking her deep brown coat as if she's an appaloosa from birth. The cold wind carves into her stout fit legs, she lets her nostrils quiver for a moment and then simply stop. She's been through worse, and many can tell. She has been through much worse, like when snow kept falling and all the water was basically frozen with her teeth clicking together. She survived, marked by winter with her numb feelings. She did love the season however, the cold makes her feel warm and fuzzy and that's what she liked most, feeling. She didn't want to realize it before, it's almost as confessing that you'd rather be death. Maybe she's desperate, or simply doesn't care anymore.
A sigh leaves her lips, swirling in white air around her boyish face before it disappears into thin air. With crimson red eyes she gazes upon the blurry green everywhere around her, her long mane slightly moving on the rhythm of the wind.

Something was with her though. She could smell it. Smelled native too. The coal bound brute decided to investigate and follow the smells and now sounds she could hear through the thick, cold forest walls ahead of her. He knew it was daylight out, but this was a thick forest that would shield his ebony pelt from the sun. The rain beading on her as she walked forward to the sound. It was alright with her, even with the rain, somehow making it through the forest canopy. She was beautiful. She was there in the forest, looking alarmed like she had heard something in the forest with her. She was right, she did hear something, but she did nothing much about it, just kept walking on. If this was another, say like a brute.

She pauses for a moment, her thick built legs stretched under her fit body, her neck slightly arched and her friesian head raised. She flutters her dark lashes and turns her ears, taking in any sound she could possibly hear. It's safe, for now. It's just a matter of time before she's moving again, her thick legs dancing through the daunting, her long gold mane moving gracious and covering her like a blanket.

She catches a sound, a breaking twig. She raises her head and points her ears, her nostrils become still, and her body freezes in place. Her muscles tense under her deep brown coat as her ears pin flat against her skull. The deep scent of a horse reaches her nose and she holds back the urges of speaking. She made herself visible, almost as if she has had practice. Still she knew she would be forgotten eventually. She listens to someone move closer, deeper into the forest. Looking around she sees no one, but what now?

She decided to speak. But what would she speak? How should she enter this land? The options were narrowed to sweet or brutish. "Who goes?" It was brutish and regular for her. She probably should've detoured the other way, but she didn't and it was too late to take it back now. She'd have to deal with the consequences.

OOC :: Lenka hates me > . > Also, magic, it's permitted.

Droplets fell from the sky as the elusive fae ran through the forest, nimbly jumping over the broken trees from the violent storms, and avoiding the looming tall trees. Today seemed a little bit gloomier than usual, in her view. The gray clouds cast an even bigger shadow all over the place, darkening the lass many shades. The rain splattered on her white freckled coat, dampening her, and relieving her. There was nothing more she loved than a good rainy day, after a blazing summer. The fae lifted up her dished head towards the sky, looking past the canopy into the clouds, as if calling to the heavens. "Rain on me", she murmured, wanting to be drenched by the water she adored so much. She felt each drop make an impression on her face, and she let out a girlish giggle that she hasn't felt in a long time, due to the everlasting loneliness of her life.

At last, the lass bounded back into motion, propelling herself with her long, powerful legs, bounding back into the darkness of the woods. As she ran quickly through the wooded area, her spacious mind started day dreaming and thinking again of who she might meet in the area where most newcomers arrive to. What if it is a burly, brutish male that she would encounter, with no mind? He would be perfect to recruit to the Assassins, with limitless power, and sheer force. Then her mind kept on wandering. What if the newcomer was a female? Like her, long legged, and skinny, but with an unknown force that doesn't match her body. An intelligent feminist. She smiled to herself with these childish thoughts. Maybe she could even befriend her. But as she kept on thinking, Accalia snapped herself back in place, pushing the thoughts down.

All of a sudden, an interruption to her walk, she heard a voice ring out. It was feminine, by the tone of it, but it had a rough quality to it. Interest sparked in Accalia, and she neared the sound, pricking up her ears, and letting out a friendly whinny. "Accalia is the name", she spoke fluently, trying to make a good impression on the lass. Her eyes scanned her, taking in her appearance, watching her curiously. A stocky built lass, with crimson eyes and ram horns, but such a short frame. Accalia still offered a kind smile and spoke. "Is there a home you're needing, because I have the Assassins to offer you", she spoke, intently waiting on what the lassie would say.

*such a suckish post, sorry ;__;*