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Anyone! - Trissy - 01-05-2018 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Well, despite the eventfulness of her arrival (darling Heda and her jealous streak was quite exciting she must admit), Trissy has been enjoying her time exploring her new home. She has already weaseled her way up to the peaks of the mountains, and made a point of finding the most difficult routes. Her muscles complained at the work she demanded of them, having grown soft since her time in the Beyond, but she simply gritted her teeth in reply. All in all, she finds herself falling in love with the land. In places, it appeals to her feral nature, especially along the long paths of the canyon basins where her steps echo softly off the walls. In others, it shows her new sides to her character, ones that she may never have discovered alone in the Beyond. Ivar, of course, is always a sight for her sore eyes, and she seeks him out occasionally, restless in her wait for Torture's arrival. She is relaxing for now, having finished climbing up a particularly steep rock wall to reach the crest of one of the small mountains of the kingdom. Sweat stains her black hide, rising in billows of steam into the crisp winter air. Without much investigation, the mare finds some trees beneath which to lay, and she does so now, pulling melodically at strands of long grass and consuming them placidly. Not every day calls for sinful tramps with lustful men, after all. With her small but hardy legs nestled neatly beneath her trim barrel, the Arab contents herself with some light dozing peppered with mindless nibbles of the sweet green grass. Guilt stabs in her stomach every once in a while, reminding her that she could be doing so much more with her time - but then again, she has no true duties in this land as of yet. She had spent decades living in harsh, bleak conditions until now; so today, she deserves to relax. Trissy RE: Anyone! - ichor - 01-10-2018 Ichor it came from somewhere in the stars @[Trissy] RE: Anyone! - Trissy - 01-16-2018 I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife In a way, Trissy wishes she could be less involved in Ivar's drama - then again, her innards gnaw and gnash on her bones when idleness takes hold. A schemer - a more cunning derivative of the dreamer - that's what she is. Yet even those with the best schemes often find themselves craving an afternoon of gentility and quiet. It's inevitable. They are different in other ways, however. Trissy was utterly plain, without magic or ability - despite having been born from two ancient queens, there is nothing left of their legacy to bring over with her into this reality. Peccatrice Dea had been normal, too, an Arabian whose most mark on Trissy's character was a risque, watch-and-find-out kind of attitude. And from Kotaro, not the immortality, but the stoicism. All in all, however, their combination had resulted in nothing but what had now become a little black herd mare - for now. At the sound of an unusual cadence of hoofsteps, Trissy's eyes flutter open. Her head snaps up from its perch on her curled knees at the sight of the mare, who utters an apology and hastily retreats. Groggy from her nap, the little mare almost falls in her rush to stand and stop the beautiful creature from leaving - although familiar with magic, this certainly peaked her interest. "Wait!" Her low voice thrums out. "Don't leave." It's her way of saying 'I was just about to get up anyhow.' Eyes blinking to clear out the fog of her dreams, Trissy takes a step closer to the gorgeous creature. She smells female, and equine clearly, but fainter - as if she stood leagues away, instead of feet. "I'm Trissy," Offers the black mare, raising her eyes from the six legs and orange wings to the moth's face. Endlessly interesting, and Trissy hadn't nearly close to enough time to admire. A kind of awe-filled smile curls her usually somber lips; perhaps female company softens her. "What's your name?.. Are you one of Ivar's, too?" Trissy |