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Posted on February 15, 2014 at 01:36:34 AM by Carwen
The world around her was changing again. She had felt it first in the North, during her meeting with the monarchs there, or attempted meeting with the monarchs anyway. She had felt it on the zephyrs first, felt the change in atmosphere, the shifting of cool winds into those much warmer, hot even. Though she did not immediately take notice, or care to take notice the winds had warned her of the change. Then the rumbling had begun. Deep in the earth it started, beginning first with just a small burst of noise, rattling the leaves on the trees high above and sending the roosting birds fluttering into the air in a cloud of feathers and angry squawks and trills. She had been about to reply to Rhone when this happened, about to extend the apologies of the West from Fenriswulf and do as he had suggested and inquire as to the status of their relationship and what means the northern kingdom might be fairing at a time when the whole world seemed to sleep. But the words never left her mouth. Suddenly the whole ground shook with the strength of the gods. Carwen found herself tottering awkwardly from side to side like a newborn foal. Icy blue eyes glaze with fear as paperthin nostrils flare, willing herself to remain calm despite the rising instinct to run far far away. The instinct would seem to great for the bay stallion Rhone for he turns away from her without more than a squeal of terror and disappears across the horizon with his black tail trailing behind him, leaving Carwen all but dumbstruck amid the chaos. That is the fate of her journey into the North, after the world began to shake and the world underfoot began to shutter, Carwen turned back for home, finding solace and the faintest bit of pleasure as the tremors lessened and all but ceased as she stepped back across the borders of her home. At least the Western lands were safe… for the time being. Immediately her eyes scan the horizon for any sight of the great black hessian but it would seem as if he has not returned yet. Inwardly she let a silent prayer ring out to Altus, praying for the black stallion’s safety and return but she must not let his absence still her ever vigilant quest. There would be others, surely they too would discover the shallowness of the earthquakes the further West they traveled. She must prepare. the only solace that can be found is in the zephyrs and that is what she calls to her now, drawing the drifting breezes that normally roll smoothly across the hillocks of the West, towards her, letting the invisible fingers dance through her unusually long mane and tail and wrap her in a cloak of the lands. And yet as the scents draw closer around her there is something there that she does not expect. Someone knew. Unfamiliar. Small dished ears swivel back and forth amid the mass of snakelike raven tresses that crown her head as dark brows furrow over icy blue eyes. Unfamiliar was not something she took lightly, nor was it something she would let happen. Even if the leader was currently absent she would not let the West be invaded by the unknown. With a toss of her proud little Arabic head, my little wind dancer picks up a swift and fleet footed gait, crossing the treacherous landscape not with the fearlessness of one who is SCATTERGOOD and careless, but with the fearlessness of one who knows every inch of these lands. She reaches an overlooking hillock, the diamond braided into her mane gleaming brightly as she draws the winds to her, giving the intruder no chance of catching scent of her arrival until she is ready. She pauses for a moment now, icy blue eyes glittering as sights settle upon the strange little mare that drifts into her vision field. She seemed lost, as was to be expected considering Carwen had never seen her before and though she never claimed to know everyone that called the West home by name, she did think she knew enough from the time spent here over the last few years. Tiny ears swivel curiously as slowly she closes the distance that separates them, pausing only once when another appears. This one, female too, stands in equal tension as this new silvery white girl. In general, the appearance of another would not have caused Carwen to pause once her resolve has been made, but it is the stark contrast of the new girl’s brilliant red locks that bring my little darkling up short. Immediately thoughts drift to Valyrian and his burgundy red mane and how she finds herself missing her long lost companion. It is the thought of him though, that settles the timidity in her heart and steels her resolve to learn about her new companions. She approaches the duo in enough time to catch the questioning words from the red-haired girl and cannot hide the friendly yet slightly amused smile that slides easily across her black stained labrums. ”Friend.” she purrs smoothly with lilted sing-song like tones. Long dark lashes blink slowly over icy blue eyes as Carwen instinctively lets her proud cranium dip first towards the little silvery girl and then towards the red-head before continuing, ”My name is Carwen. What brings you two to the West?” female || 4yrs || LvL III Air || lover to none|| Spirit of Altus || follower of Fenriswulf, king of the West 
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- >>> - By Admin Piff February 14, 2014 at 08:18:46 AM
She was accepted by Nicole and her update has been given to you. kthnx - By Shenan February 14, 2014 at 01:17:15 PM
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