08-01-2015, 02:02 PM
Bored. She was bored. Her festive green head is tilted sideways, and those mismatched eyes are boring a hole into the center of the cold, compact earth. It’s winter, she looks like something straight out of a christmas story book, and Astri is bored as hell. She exhales and flicks her dead expression into the mild throng of beqanna inhabitants, wondering what a girl had to do to get some companionship. Her emerald colored skin is enough to let her stand out without being too strange, but like any poisonous prey it also flashes ‘outsider’, ‘danger’.
She’s not really big on connections, and she’s got no familial ties to this place, but she’d kept herself here for another year because outside of this realm, there was no one like her. She’d be easy pickings for anyone with a long tooth or claw. Not to say that there wasn’t any of that here, because she’d seen things that were borderline occult. But at least in Beqanna she felt like less of a freak than she did anywhere else. So the easy-going mare slumps into a comfortable position and hopes someone will turn a curious eye her way.
.:Mantis green girl of Yule and Astrah:.She’s not really big on connections, and she’s got no familial ties to this place, but she’d kept herself here for another year because outside of this realm, there was no one like her. She’d be easy pickings for anyone with a long tooth or claw. Not to say that there wasn’t any of that here, because she’d seen things that were borderline occult. But at least in Beqanna she felt like less of a freak than she did anywhere else. So the easy-going mare slumps into a comfortable position and hopes someone will turn a curious eye her way.
Astri