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dreamlessness——

Déodat Posts: 174
Absent Abyss atk: 3.5 | def: 10 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17 hands :: 12 HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Odette :: White German Shepherd :: None Minx
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déodat,
Welcome”, he whispered morosely to no one in particular. The offering grounds had never lured him from his slumber before but that night seemed to sing to him in spite of his callous preconceptions of the place. Slowly the Blood Prince wound through the dark trees like a shadow approaching the light of day, daring and hoping for its heavenly essence to break his sinner’s path. But only the light from mysteriously hung lanterns allowed him to navigate the foreign dregs that newcomers considered to be their sanctuary. He sought nothing in particular other than to cure the undying restlessness that had plagued him during the confusion of day and night, but upon hearing slighted whispers to the wind, he turned heel to catch the words more clearly. He could not make out the shapes so quickly as to understand the childish banter that passed around him like ghostly chanting- back and forth, to and fro.

It was a chorus of nonsensical dissonance and before he could truly make out what sort of creatures he might encounter upon finding the wraiths that now piqued his everlasting curiosity, he was heralded with the fragrant perfume only worn by those he was forced to call family. For a moment, he was content to pause and consider his intentions before resuming the path his crimson horn now indicated ahead.

Upon discovering two crude figures, barely illuminated by the dimly lit lanterns hung around them, Déodat couldn’t help but sigh. He hadn’t thought the pair would be as tedious as mare and child, yet he remained. “Come child, leave that beast to her bearings and I will take you to the Basin.” His words were tired and yet cruel enough to convince the pallid mare to step down from her nurturing so that they might be able to end this night on a fairly positive note. The bloodied stallion hadn’t the time to deal with attention-craving females, but he could not leave such precious youth in the claws of his precarious sister despite her fabricated concern.

With his face lowered and his crystalline horn pointed toward the child, he nodded slightly as if to encourage her, with not only the skill of a warrior’s persistence but with his piercing indigo gaze as well, to follow. Once they were safely within his borders once more, only then would he question the small girl about her origin and obvious abandonment.

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OOC| Like I said, this was QUICK. Like altogether a mess of a post, but I was getting brain-blocked pretty bad.
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dreamlessness—— - by Rinoah - 09-11-2013, 08:13 PM
RE: dreamlessness—— - by Iosui - 09-11-2013, 09:59 PM
RE: dreamlessness—— - by Rinoah - 09-13-2013, 04:43 PM
RE: dreamlessness—— - by Déodat - 09-22-2013, 10:23 PM
RE: dreamlessness—— - by Rinoah - 09-23-2013, 06:36 PM

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