04-10-2015, 11:48 PM
 Because we can. There is a first time for everything. Like, for example, the first time you step into the field despite having been an active member of two kingdoms for several years. Bonus points if it's also your first time into the field after having become co-queen of said field. But subtract points for being an old-as-dirt magician who's been there, done that, and bought the t-shirt so many times that it almost isn't fair to call anything a first. Such is Camrynn, her coat shining black in the sun, soft and beautiful over a perfectly muscled body. She is undoubtedly gorgeous; her mane and tail fall just so, that unnatural grace that every horse likes to think they have, that strange beauty that shouldn't actually exist but it does right here on her black frame. She is entirely unmarked, save for two distinctive features: a gold crook and flail stand out proud against her black chest, and a small line of diamonds and gemstones drapes elegantly across her left cheek. Today her eyes are a shade of lavender, a color picked entirely randomly, without any thought to it whatsoever. They shift at her will, those eyes of hers, the first trait she'd ever been blessed with in the womb. Before her illusionism, before her magic. She flexes that magic today and easily transports herself from the Deserts to the edge of the field. She could have walked, or she could have appeared directly next to her intended target, but she is a creature of whim, and today she feels like appearing from the side of the field, the area sheltered by trees. She scans the crowd, finding a host of familiar faces here. She has checked it before she had ever made the trip, making sure it wasn't empty, making sure there were at least some horses here who might be new friends for the Deserts. She's not terribly picky about what kind of horses those new friends might be; she knows that their kingdom is somewhat lacking in numbers, and she knows that it's to their best advantage to build that up. Whether she does that with mythicals or non, axe murderers or tree huggers, she's only moderately concerned. Her eyes land on a stallion, drawn there by not one, but two auras of power. Her interest is immediately piqued by the presence of a magician she hasn't met; she feels drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like she is with all her magical brethren, and she makes a mental note to be sure to track him down and meet him in person later. But she is also drawn to the other stallion. He appears pleasant enough, and she can feel a soft, cold air of power radiating from him too. His coloring is amusing – she makes a note to try dark purple herself someday – and he looks like a hard worker. That's more than enough for her. Moving with grace, she joins the two of them, arriving just in time to catch the quick dialogue between the two stallions. Stopping elegantly near them, she regards them both with a small smile. "Gentlemen," she greets, her voice smooth like velvet, her tones pleasant. "I hope you don't mind the interruption." the smile grows a bit for a moment before she fades back into a more serious expression and gets down to business. "I'm Camrynn, from the Dewdrop Deserts. I can offer you a home as well, if you're interested." C A M R Y N N Why? Because I can Image copyright MariannaInsomnia |
-butts in rudely- <3 you both!