.//. Drop a h e a r t .//.

[Whisper]

Tainted hooves plodded with graceful pace , night-kissed boa arching towards the sun as ebony locks fell in herald. The femme's orbs were slightly crazed , huge and exotically emerald , like vines twisted across a long forgotten decaying temple. A smirk was drawn across her facial ;; this land was hers to walk upon , and with her own toxicality , she would poison it , until it was barren. As Sevlow , the wandering lady walked , she left destruction around her. It was a tendency , one a simple fool could not understand. She was corrupted. And now she was looking for followers.

[Vanessa]

(Ok I will but you need to post in Character Info and find a pic from Google for your charrie or something) (Also this isn't a Light-vs-Dark roleplay, but we can do something kinda like that)

A graceful lady approached the other. She was tall and beautiful, very sweet. Her orbs were sparkling with kindness that came directly from the sun. She looked upon the other femmora with sorrow, knowing something was most likely wrong. The lady nickered a greeting to her and waited for a reply.

[Whisper]

( As you wish )

A melodious nicker sounded to sensitive audits , a voice filled with grace and beauty. Sevlow turned to the mare , her dark jade eyes flickering eerily , as if her purity was somehow hurting her. A smirk twisted onto her face , her porcelain portrait somehow less doll-like then before. ' Lo, Lady. You called upon thy ?'. She knew her words were of the old language , but she wished to test her. Perhaps , she would join her for a time , and then ask her into her cult. She needed new members immediately , before her kind where stamped out ;; the kind that looked outside the box. She wasn't necessarily dark , if you get my catch. She just looked upon bubble-heads following bubble-heads in disgust. Her kind didn't wait for new recourses , they found them. They didn't wait for a sickness to stop , they stamped it out. They made sure their feather brain friends survived.

But Sevlow's followers were fading quickly. More and more wanted to just recline and relax , to sit down and be dumb. As so as her members began to fade , so did her faith in equines. Sevlows orbs reflected a somber notation ;; she needed new members really soon. She looked at the light , so happy with everything she had forgotten to realize its was the lady she was talking to was the one that discovered things for her friends and herd , then just lead the bubble-heads to it. She sighed , then tried to smile. She hoped maybe this femme would join her. Then she could teach her herblore , how to find new recourses , how to lead wolves away without being killed , how to step without leaving the faintest hoof print. She would teach this femme , if she excepted , how to save her kind.

[Vanessa]

"Yes, I do," the sweet little lady said, surprised by the old words. "Is something wrong?" she asked, after her orbs finally met the other's.

[HappyAppy]

(holy cow, I feel so outstripped, Whisper! My figurative language in The Heart of Clover Meadows is nothing comapred to this!)
(I think I'll try...)
(*uncertainly*)
(shaking)
(We've learned about all sorts of figurative language in Lit!)

Though the land was barren, unseen hidden life dwells within it no one knows of; and surely those keepers of that secret were not soon to tell.
A solitary figure cast her shadow upon the dry sand. The shadows lengthened as Mithra was falling. She surveyed this scene with unduanted calmness. She took a quick glance and then bolted toward the sand dunes lying a couple miles east across the dusty trail. She would glance back over her shoulder as she sprinted like a mouse running from a cat's outstretched claws.

[Vanessa]

(nice job!)

The lady noticed the other and whinnied a welcome to her. She watched as her graceful pillars moved, and how her beautiful daggers dug into the sand. I wish I could one day be like that, she thought to herself. Then she turned back to the troubled femmora, still waiting for a reply.

[HappyAppy]

this fearful figure was an elf called Hasana. She avoided the other femmora's gaze. She had to get on. She had to keep running eastward, but this other was in the way. Abruptly she stopped and turned, galloping North a while until she could lose sight of her. No time to rest.

But then, Hasana had to consider while leaping over a large sand dune, what she was leaving. An innocent horse was in trouble. If she left, she would be overtaken by the enemy. They would interrogate her about Hasana and, either kill her for keeping her mouth shut, or she would tell them the direction Hasana was going; then all would be lost.

In deperation, she recklessly veered in the other direction. She ran faster than ever, to warn this new ally.

In minutes Hasana reached the femora. Breathlessly yet boldly she spoke in an urgent voice,
"Horse, you called me, I know. I heard you, but I haven't a second to lose. I have to keep running eastward. The king's men will be here any minute and if they find you, they will demand details of my whereabouts and perhaps kill you. Will you join me?"

[Vanessa]

The femme approached the elf. "What am I joining if I join you on this quest?" the femmora asked.

[HappyAppy]

"You are joining me. That is all," Hasana said. "The empire is after me. I must escape and they are coming fast. Can you gallop quickly? If I ride you we might both hace a chance."

[Vanessa]

"Well, ok. Climb on," the femmora said to Hasana.

[HappyAppy]

(bye bye)

"But, horse, do you promise to stay faithful to me on this mission? Do You swear your allegiance to me?

Oh, whatever, I just hope that I can trust you. I suppose it's too late now, if I can't."

Then, rearing up on iron pillars, the elf along with the femmora charged, eastward, the sunset blazing along the desert horizon. IT's rays reflecting purple along the lining of the clouds and pink over the mighty sand dunes. The shadows lenghtened, as night was approaching.
(it was east, right?)

The two riders, femmora and elf, both ride for a while in silence. Hasana, because she was contemplating the magnitude of the situation. She, running from headhunters under the king, putting all this trust in a total stranger! "Oh, well," Hasana meditated. "for all the good it does to worry, it seems too late to tun around now. THis is the best I've got."
Hasana waited a while, then, unsurely, but in a stately manner, she gently broke through the barrier of silence by clearing her throat. She said whith a soft "Ahem" declaring, concealing all fear,
"Well, horse, We have been on out journey for quite some time, and yet, niether one of us has hardly spoken to one another. I'll have you know, I am Hasana, from Elle'smera. And may I inquire after your name?"

[Vanessa]

(*back after more than a year* YAYZ ^^)

_{"My name you ask? Prismia." As the great ball of fire began to cross the horizon ahead, the fae continued on at a gallop, as her strong pillars pushed her to continue on. A strong zephyr rushed over their bods and she worked her hardest not to slow. Sparks seemed to fly off her honey-colored pelt as sweat dripped from her temples in beads. Her boa was arched as her dark brown tassels whipped 'round. "Why are you running from the ruler of our humble land?" she called, not bothering to turn her head as she concentrated on running faster.}

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