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 Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 3:29 pm
This is a private RP between cyhorse's Morana and ArashiX's Baellian.
Please do not post without our permission.
Teepees: ArashiX | cyhorse
 
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 4:21 pm
Loneliness had started to eat away at a tiny, unikalona mare. In a vain attempt to distract herself, Morana had take to wandering the soquili lands in hopes of finding somewhere for her to settle for a short time before she took to wandering once again. Although the mare had not been able to shake her loneliness, she had been able to at least find a cozy place for her to haunt. A wicked smile curled on her maw as pupil-less eyes scanned the eerie forest that she would call home for a short period of time.
Low hanging branches appeared like talons trying to claw at the mare’s sides and rip at her blood tainted coat. A white fog had begun to settle and the mare couldn’t help but cackle softly in excitement. Oh this fog would be perfect to mask the white mare and she would use it to her advantage. With the sound of a growling stomach, Morana began to walk off deeper into the fog in hopes of finding a meal to satisfy her for a day. As she wandered through the fog and acquainted herself with the forest, the mare imagined what creatures could be waiting for Morana to find them. The mare quickly stifled a giggle that had crept through her chest and escaped into the forest.
“Control yourself, idiot.” She sneered at herself for a moment before a determined look overcame her features. With a new sense of focus, Morana let out one low hiss before delving deeper into the forest. Surely she would find something tasty in here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 5:20 pm
Fall and winter. The seasons of death, in Baellian's eyes. Fall sapped the life and colour and strength from Nature herself, and Winter shrouded the dead in white. He hadn't always seen snow and Winter in this light, being that the snows had been his home, the very place he loved and protected.
Once upon a time.
Now there were no "once upon a time"s for him since his eyes had been opened by the cruelty he'd experienced as a captive prisoner, tortured, within the Bloodmoon Carnival. He eyed the bare branches and brambles, noting the wind must have torn the leaves and scattered them. Hardly surprising. The summer had been dry, though he hadn't the faintest idea that the next year would be a horrible drought.
The mist creeping in was eerie, and could almost be mistaken for a light coat of transparent sow. Despite his paranoia and anxiety flaring...he was also oddly relaxed. It was just that his wound, which was sore and somewhat weeping, reminded him he wasn't home. And the faint catch of blood would become prominent with the moist air. He moved through the trees with the easy, surefooted grace of the Cerynei. He simply was wandering, and didn't consciously recognize that it was mists like this that would lead him astray. His ears swept back, hide quivering, before he exhaled to relax his muscles... Noises were dampened.
Baellian, for all he felt oddly at home, was also keenly aware that this place didn't feel right.
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