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[Tyrna]

Tyrna Like a shadow dancing on the edge A small sigh slips through her velvety muzzle as Ruan lays his head across her legs. A pleasant and welcome warmth against the cool water around them. Tyrna pauses a moment, reveling in the closeness before she drapes her own head across his neck, holding him lightly but close. He tells her that her story would be a gift albeit an unreciprocated one, and that is enough to draw forth another low chuckle. Her tale is not something terribly uncommon in Beqanna. There were too many others that had been tortured and maimed, orphaned, abandoned. Too many loves lost and lives extinguished. Her story was only special in that it was hers and no one elses. She rubs her nose against the soft skin below his ear before continuing. "I will tell you then, but I do hope that one day you change your mind about sharing yours." And with a deep breath and a sad sigh she begins to whisper softly in Ruan's ear. "Once upon a time there was a little girl born to the queen of a now dead land, and she was happy. For this brave and adventurous little girl had never known fear or pain, just the love of her mother and the yearning for her absent father. The Queen would spin wonderful stories for the girl of the brave and kind stallion that was her father. But telling these stories took there toll on the Queen, and soon enough a darkness began to eat away at the her. An insurmountable sadness stole the light from the queens eyes to the point where she would not leave the cave they called home. She would not eat or drink, would no longer play with the girl, and soon enough she lost her voice as well. The girl took care of her mother through all of it. She ignored what few friends she had in order to breath some life back into her mother, but it wasn't long before anger took root in her young mind. There could only be one way to bring her mother back, and that would be by finding her father. So the girl set out to find this mighty stallion and return him to the kingdom. She walked for many days and many nights to find this stallion, and find him she did. She arrived in the meadow in time to see her father captured by an evil magician to be taken away to an evil place. The brave, young girl followed the evil magician in the hopes of freeing her father. After all, every hero must face seemingly insurmountable odds before they return home in glory. But the girl was foolish and wound up wrapped in magic just to watch her father burn. For two years the girl watched her father get tortured before they made their escape, and once again the girl was left behind. Her father made for his own lands leaving the girl to fend for herself, but that's when she first heard the siren call of the fairies to begin a quest in their name. The first quest bestowed great strength upon the girl for her valiant efforts. A great strength that was coupled with a great rage. The girl felt herself invulnerable, immortal, as so often the power of youth will do. And the girl would have torn the world apart with her anger had she not met a boy. This boy was unlike anyone or anything that the girl had seen before. A handsome boy with glass skin and paper wings, a dangerously intoxicating combination for the girl made of steel. And so a love first sparked. The girl brought the boy to her home in the magical kingdom where they spent a brief amount of time together. Alas, all too soon, the girl was called away on another journey. Only this time it was at the behest of a god. The steely girl had never been one for the worship of mortal gods, but this was a call she could not refuse. In the name of this new god, she found herself traversing the stars and battling unspeakable horrors. It was during this time that the wolf first came to the girl. The wolf was a manifestation inside the girls heart that whispered sweet promises in her ear while testing her resolve in an attempt to break free, and often he succeeded." Here, Tyrna's voice trailed off as she paused to catch her breath and gauge the attention of her audience. She had never been much of a storyteller, but it felt good to get it all off her chest even if it was in a non traditional way. Tyrna gently, oh so gently, ran her nose against the side of Ruan's neck inhaling his scent of pine and ice once more before continuing her tale. "Unfortunately for the girl, that would not be the last time she was called away by the lure of power. Briefly she returned to her kingdom to visit the glass boy before she was drawn into a nightmare. A demon preyed on the girl and several others giving them their deepest desires and tearing them apart. And this time the girl did not make it out. The demon trapped the girl in it's nightmare realm with another, torturing them for a year before it grew tired and released them back into the wilds of Beqanna. After that the girls memories become hazy and she can't recall what happened before she woke up powerless in a snowstorm with all of Beqanna changed around her." Tyrna laughs as she finishes, trying to brush of the cloak of sadness that she had pulled around her as she spun her tale for her captive audience. "Luckily for the girl she met a man with a predator's grin and ice in his eyes." Silver dapple sabino|Mare|Andalusian Hybrid