Here damp, grassy hills surround a small pool of water; the lush verdure paves the ground until a short cliff gives way to a ring of small, smooth stones that have been pounded by waves until they became the glassy obsidian pebbles they now are. Beyond the stones, a narrow stretch of sand glides into the water- it is here, in the rippling surf, that the land earns its name. In the dark of night, the moon flashes over the shivering grass and rests in the cove: by some chance or fate, the cove is shaped so that the gossamer rays of moonlight are retained, somehow, in the sea and until dawn breaks the cove is alive with silver luminescence.
and settle it shall before we go to far up the tree IP: 70.67.163.13 Posted on May 27, 2007 at 07:06:20 PM by Witch Doctor
Yes the great white queen was here, regal from head to hoof she was the picture of royalty. Ebony to the core, she always let her pressence be known to the out lands. As she heard a song carried on the wind she let her own vocals be heard, though truth be told it wasnt a song. Her head lifted high she reared up her full body a great 16hh. Ivory banner and streamers flew with the ghostly winds of winter. She would have blended in well with this winter landscape had she not the many grey scars of battle on her beautiful hide. One would say she looked almost a dappled grey from a far but up close one would see the pink lips and bright green hues that stared out of hallows long since dug deeper by her childrens bickering.
She plunged into the snow billowing clouds of white fallowed her as she trenched her way through the thick drifts her body blending in as she plunged in. She slowed her pace down when she reached the one whose voice she had heard. With a sharp eye she took in the Kindom horse and with her nose identified it as a mare. She moved her lyth body around trees and towards the mare "My name is Witch Doctor and I am Lead Mare to this herd" it had been a while since anyone from the chamber had come to see them "I here Skellig has stepped down has he... wonder if Drifter will be the new stallion King" she snickered at her old friend and his ways. She didnt know if this black mare, Gitana knew of the happenings of the Tundra. She didnt care she just wanted to know if Drifter had made his name heard.
She moved closer to the mare holding out her nose in formal greetings. "Eight made it did he" she snickered it was all well and good for Eight she was happy thats all that mattered. She tilted those deep green hues on Gitana and nodded her head "Ill send who I can to the Chamber, but I cant garrentee you anything" it was up to Black Parade who to send to the Chamber for training or recruitment not hers she could only tell him when he got back what this mare had to say.
Persian Arabian
12ish
White
Mother to Helsing [XBlack Parade] ,Angier [XBlack Parade] , Venin [XBlack Parade] et Piaff [XBlack Parade]
Daughter to none
Lover to Black Parade
Lead of Silver Cove
I am the stench of death that lingers in the corners of you heart
