02-27-2017, 11:25 PM
The uninvited always come—scourging without end to fulfill desires that fill their heads with silly thoughts. She has seen them come and go, plundering and ravaging the very things they have come to believe is theirs for the taking. Their hardheadedness has caused thousands to die and kingdoms to fall. Her once home and even the old world of Beqanna is the very consequences of their selfishness and needs.
Lucrezia, unfortunately, is so stranger to the king that now claims the wasteland as his. She first had laid eyes upon him on the mountain top. His hunger for the things that were his had not been forgotten—his greed had reminded her to be stronger and protect the things she loved more this time. And to make the right choices this time for the better.
When his scent fills the air, stronger than the sulphur and ashes of her home, she hunts him like a hound. The champagne mare follows his scent over hot springs and crisscrossing streams of lava. She knows this land more than most—her duty and as Head of Peace now. It was also her duty, and with pleasure too, to wipe away the infestation that was beginning to fill her home.
The mare meets them within minutes of their arrival of lingering at the borders of her home. A smile spreads across her muzzle, warm and friendly but with a hint of mischief. “I expected our paths would cross again,” she greets as her eyes are all on the Pangean king as she stops before the duo. Her nutmeg eyes flicker to the overo mare for just a moment. “I am Lucrezia,” her tone is sweet and warm still. Lucrezia would never forget her manners, especially in her very own home. “What brings you both to Tephra?” However, she draws the line on inviting them into her home for now.
Lucrezia, unfortunately, is so stranger to the king that now claims the wasteland as his. She first had laid eyes upon him on the mountain top. His hunger for the things that were his had not been forgotten—his greed had reminded her to be stronger and protect the things she loved more this time. And to make the right choices this time for the better.
When his scent fills the air, stronger than the sulphur and ashes of her home, she hunts him like a hound. The champagne mare follows his scent over hot springs and crisscrossing streams of lava. She knows this land more than most—her duty and as Head of Peace now. It was also her duty, and with pleasure too, to wipe away the infestation that was beginning to fill her home.
The mare meets them within minutes of their arrival of lingering at the borders of her home. A smile spreads across her muzzle, warm and friendly but with a hint of mischief. “I expected our paths would cross again,” she greets as her eyes are all on the Pangean king as she stops before the duo. Her nutmeg eyes flicker to the overo mare for just a moment. “I am Lucrezia,” her tone is sweet and warm still. Lucrezia would never forget her manners, especially in her very own home. “What brings you both to Tephra?” However, she draws the line on inviting them into her home for now.
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