Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on March 26, 2012 at 00:57:14 AM by soraya
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| Mustang Blood .::. Buckskin Paint .::. Young Heart .::. Birdsong 2012 |
quietly she steps away from the group, not wishing to cause a disturbance. she had inadvertently discovered some sort of important meeting, and since she had not wished to intrude, she took her cue to leave gladly. her deep, understanding orbs had glanced at the one called encantador with relief at the chance to leave politely. he had allowed her to save face and escape without looking weak in front of the intimidating group of stallions--whether he had realized it or not. though she had been mildly curious at the goings-on of this place, her interest had been piqued by a creature from seasons ago. and whether she cared to admit it or not, that was probably the reason she had stayed for the length of time she had. chuckling to herself, she begins to relax as she puts space between herself and the uneasy group. the king had probably been more that happy to send away a troublesome woman. but at least he had graciously complimented tuffluck as an ally before doing so. his diplomacy was refreshing and did not go unappreciated. as she strolls through the dry, cracked scenery, her mind ponders these bizarre turn of events. she had no doubt she would return to the badlands soon, having already accidentally overstepped her bounds. however she knows she needs rest before she resumes her arduous journey. but those are thoughts for another day. tomorrow perhaps. finally, having played the scene over and over in her head, she stops and smiles to herself. what an adventure this has been already...having considered the events of the day, she shakes her dusty locks and gives a playful snort. why she should feel so happy given recent circumstances is beyond her, but she doesn't question it. instead she savors the feeling, as though it is a new sensation rolling off of her sweat soaked hide. or a new taste; something sweet and tangy all at once. how long she stands there is unclear, but all at the once the wind seems to pick up, and sand rattles at her feet, disturbed by the sudden gust. her sensitive ears flicker left and right, her nostrils flare and turn towards the origin of the breeze. she has dwelled in desert landscapes her entire life, and having inherited the spirituality of her ancestors, she glances towards the setting sun for a sign. however, she has little time to interpret the clues of her surroundings, for ahead of her she hears the steady sound of hoofbeats. with the still-bright sun before her, she cannot quite make out the shadow of the approaching creature. however the wind shifts, and the unfamiliar scent reaches her instantly. unsure how to react, she stands still as a statue...her onyx tresses providing the movement. ooc: blegh. didn't feel like reposting. sorry for recycling lol |
| S O R A Y A |
| you taught me how to live without with rain;
you are thirst, and thirst is all i know. |
Replies:
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran March 29, 2012 at 03:05:59 AM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya March 31, 2012 at 07:30:08 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 2, 2012 at 06:31:22 PM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya April 5, 2012 at 04:11:09 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 7, 2012 at 02:36:27 PM
- x - By Canta May 3, 2012 at 04:12:50 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 7, 2012 at 02:36:27 PM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya April 5, 2012 at 04:11:09 AM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran April 2, 2012 at 06:31:22 PM
- like the desert needs r a i n - By soraya March 31, 2012 at 07:30:08 AM
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