Let The Waves Take Me Down ;;

There is a little known maiden that skirts the realm within the Novella Forest, one that while she has been here for some time has attempted to keep her presence unknown, choosing instead to remain within the outskirts watching those that either belonged within these confines or trespassed in an attempt to humiliate G.uerilla. She had made it her task to observe without being obtrusive in the lives of those here. She preferred to be alone and to be quite honest was not much for idle chatter. She would speak when there was need or an occasion arose that is was demanded of her but she could not see waisting her breath on subjects such as the weather or who had this foal or that foal, to her it was simply demeaning. The champagne splashed minx had accepted G.uerilla’s offer of home and protection so long ago that it stood a great chance that he had even forgotten her existence, since so many more important events seemed to fill his every day and demand his utmost attention. She had found solace in her continued solitude, having traveled alone for so long before meeting G.uerilla the painted minx had found it rather difficult to relinquish her freedoms, those she had so come to love, going here or there as she pleased, choosing when and where to spend her time without the interference of another. Yet as she had found before everyone needs a little companionship now and again and so she had decided to move farther into the forested lands of her reigning lord knowing that once she left the transitional domain of the boarders she stood more of a chance of being detected by either another member of the rather minimal herd, or by the ivory king himself.


She dances with the exotic grace of a stripper, the gently sway of her hips an enticing sight no doubt her pail banner twisting and turning in decadent rapture as the soft winds which blow gently beneath the lush canopy tease it mercilessly, duo hue locks flipping lightly about her long nape, stray strands tormenting her face, giving the illusion that she were a creature conjured by magic. Her piercing cobalt orbs were rimed with violet lace work, gazed out upon the lithosphere she has come to know so well as she moves slowly toward the inner sanctum, stopping to nibble at the dense carpeting beneath her ivory talons. While the shadows she traverses beneath do little to nothing to hide her lustrous ivory painted canvas they are a wonderful respite from the blazing heat of summer that scorches the lands beyond them. To long had she remained within the limitations of her low level magic, though it had proven to be rather useful to accomplish nothing more the illuminate a rather minimal area, it had kept her from being easily detected by others as she practiced her craft. Even at her beginning stages she was able to illuminate the air surrounding her own seductive form and as she moves along she has becomes haloed by the light she controls.