An Offering [Plague/Cassiopeia]

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An Offering [Plague/Cassiopeia]

Snö Posts: 155

Deceased atk: 4 | def: 8 | dam: 6.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 16.2 hh :: 4 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

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03-03-2013, 03:57 PM

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"Ulrik?" Snö appeared, a silver ghost on the horizon, making her border patrols cautiously. Very few had ever appeared, or dared to appear, in the Basin, protected by the mountains tall and cold, and the frozen wasteland of bones that lay outside their doorstep, most particularly in the freezing embrace of the bitter winters that slaughtered any that remained outside for too long. The Aurora Basin was perhaps the only sheltered place, the air warm from the curls of vaporous warmth off the mineral hot springs, the grass an emerald green.

Why was he here? Snö genuinely liked Ulrik, but if she recalled correctly, he had shunned her mother after taking hold of the Plague when her father left. A slight frown creased her creamy forehead- why had he left? She couldn't recall him ever talking to her as for why. In fact, it struck her rather... Psyche-like. Perhaps the only reason she properly liked Ulrik was the fact he had gifted her with Tarak, the wolf she was to become. The metal wolf prowled at her side now, gleaming bronze and gold in the light.

In any case, Snö wasn't completely comfortable at the idea of driving him off. And she doubted Ulrik would make the trek out for no reason at all. Ah... a pegasus. Why was this? She smelled of Throat, distinctly, and Snö's curiosity grew. "PSYCHE!" Snö bellowed, dipping her head towards Ulrik, shifting her frosted horn to the left in order to show she meant no aggression. Lowering one's head and centering the horn could always be taken as a rude, if not downright challenging, sign. "Tarak has served me well, Ulrik. How are you?" Snö eyed the tall, dark engineer, recalling the memory of him giving her Tarak with something akin to fondness.

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