DARK HORSE
11-25-2013, 10:31 PM
Ivory draped hues framed the goddesses feature as she moved with a seemingly eerie grace. Each footfall only heard by the crunch of the snow beneath her as she moved into the land, head held high, tail aloft. Pride was evident in every step, as her violet eyes surveyed the land before her, holding it beneath her in a contempt, that she regarded everything in. She had followed the tales of her father here, and wondered what had brought him to such a desolate land. Perhaps, he enjoyed the cold? The icy substance saturated her legs as she moved forward, masking her face with something near a grimace. Snow, of all things, why did it have to be snow?! A snort left her, as her eyes landed on the figure of a boulder jutting from the snow, and she easily leapt onto it, shaking the residue from her frame. The crimson and gold markings that donned her pelt were oddities, shapes that nearly seemed celestial, though she vaguely remembered what her her mother had said about them, she had been to excited to be marked. That was before her mother had been slain, and she had been given a glimpse into the darkness of the world.The monster within had been awakened, and she would never be the same. She lingered around the remains of her home for a few days before setting off to chase a legend of a man that she had never met. She would find Isardis, the man who had sired her and see what kind of kingdom he offered her. She would see if the man measured up to the legend. Speech, |