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Posted by ETHEREAL; in bronze on December 4, 2008, 12:34 am, in reply to "this may be a booty call; ETHEREAL "
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“Someday I’ll indeed know your reality Kurai… Someday.”
The fire horse felt him, his touch as electricity surged from him to her - to knock her dead where she stood and bring her back to life far bolder, far more daring as she sprang forth in the softest of motions to close the gap between them. He was cold… Bitter cold, but his voice was deep and warmed the creature’s frigid heart as she listened intently. Much like a child listening to a fable of some sort - cue in the violence masked by pretty words made to bring a smile to the faces of every babe… The red dun mare’s ears flattened if only for a second against his touch - cryptic and icy as it was as it bathed across her spine and body in a simple, wonderfully hateful moment as they glided against once another if only for a moment.
But she wasn’t her dam, this wasn’t revenge against Baraqel or Alshain… Or was it? Was the fire mare with lightning growing within the womb of her veins to be a key to Kurai’s faltering chances at success? Was it to be something this foul creature could possibly do that would indeed limit Alshain or Baraqel’s chances of survival? Given half a second the savage little beast would become Silver and given half a second and a small request from her ever hateful dam and she’d destroy Alshain. Baraqel now dwelled beneath her as a prisoner in Andarin… Plagued Andarin. Pitty them now that she hid in Desreal, fighting the supernatural that called for her upon her return. This was the price to pay for a fallen King and a dying nation… And she despised it… All of it.
But walking, ever gracefully in that nature only warriors proud and tall could possess, only in a way one holding Mab’s genetics could, Ethereal allowed herself to be shuffled along by the stygian nightmare… This fiend, the one who witnessed her cold wet entrance into the world by a wanted mare… She could feel him, she always had been able to. But here they were as they waltzed along in near silence through the place she‘d been born into. “It would seem I could be praised as a good little wraith, I came when invoked.” At long last she replied having only nodded her appreciation at being given the grand tour of the Element’s version of the island of misfit toys.
FIRE III LIGHTNING I - Warrior - Andarin1
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