| Outcast atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Altair :: Common Cerndyr :: Starpast
prissy |
She wants to go home, but nobody's home
On this night, (or day, whatever it was) the fae decided to walk to the Threshold. It was a long journey, but she thought it would be good to do. Hopefully there would be a pretty little unicorn to recruit. Striding in the night, her hair waving as she walked, her emeralds swiping over the dark trees. Her cloven hooves thumped against the dirt, grass brushing against her fetlocks.
She happened upon a mare and a stallion, the stallions' face covered by an odd mask. The mask had a beak, it was odd, something the fae had never seen before. She peered at the two, her eyes settling upon the dark female figure. She looked at the mares' brow, emeralds searching for that one key thing. A horn to mark her forehead. There was one indeed, one that has been snapped, barely visible beneath her mane. She blinked, striding into the scene. She was the shortest of the two, she took note of it as she strode into their little conversation. Smiling to the mare, she bowed her head in greeting, turning to the stallion, she did the same. Raising her crania, the fae opened her maw. "I am Frost Fyre of the Aurora Basin. You two are...?" She looked at them, the mare's scent foreign. A scent foreign to her, foreign to Helovia. She smiled at the coal black lady, opening her dark lips. "You are new to Helovia, no?" She gazed at her, wondering if she was good Basin material. Would she be able to endure the cold climate? Or the unicorns themselves?
She kept her gaze settled on the mare, but allowed a glance at the stallion once and a while, just to make sure he wasn't doing anything mischievous or suspicious. She then turned to the mare, opening her lips yet again. "If you're looking for a nice home, I live in the Basin. Perhaps you'll be welcomed there." The roan herself couldn't accept the black mare, or ensure her a spot in the Basin. She only knew that she could lead her there, and let a higher ranked unicorn accept her into the Basin. She was merely the postman with a letter, bringing the letter to an address. Or she could lose that letter to the whipping winds of life, the letter never to be seen again.
"words words words"
[ hope ya don't mind frost jumping in on the fun :P ]
Frost Fyre
It's where she lies, broken inside.
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Dawn is coming
open your eyes
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Scarred And Broken, Let This Be A New Leaf(Open)
