08-20-2017, 01:02 PM
Once again things have changed. She can feel it upon the breeze that crosses the kingdoms. This change is near as she can see an eerie fog clings tightly to the dark pines of their eastern border. A line that divided Sylva with a land she has yet to visit. She has walked the borders many times in her travels to the commonlands. Or most recently Tephra. Brow cocks in curiousity as to what has brought this change. And with the ever-present smirk upon her ebony lips she venture forwards...
The sun shimmers upon her golden coat one last time before she slips into the shadows along the borders. Ebony crown lowers as she investigates the new scents lingering. Nares flare as she inhales deeply. Amongst the unknown flavors of many she catches one of identity. One who has visited her kingdom before. One she had led from the gathering of diplomatic speak and onto a private tour. Dahmer...
It becomes obvious to her that a change of leadership must have overcome this land. Why else would the long time resident of Tephra grace his presence here. As she advances into the kingdom - following the familiar scent - she soon spots a pair of equines. One the familiar dark and one quite the opposite. She halts for only a moments pause to evaluate the gathering then continues on slender ebony legs.
Picking her way through the forests trees much the same way she does in Sylva. Her advancement goes unannounced but she does not hide her coming. They are as aware of her as she is of them.
Closing the distance quickly and with purpose she catches the tail end of Dahmers statement. "Yes. Congratulations are in order I guess," her remark drips in sarcasm as she glances to the ghostly stallion then shifts gaze to Dahmer. The same devilish grin planted upon her lips as she had joined their kingdoms meeting. "Fancy meeting you here, Dahmer," her words seductively surprised. He has changed but so has she. Only their scents can unmask their true identities.
She turns her attention to the ivory stallion, "Karaugh of Sylva... I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting." She steps towards the cream stallion. Dipping her ebony crown as she crosses in front of him. Close enough that if he should not move she grazes his chest with her golden hide. His muzzle to glide across her spine. Slowly exiting the other side, turning with the flick of her ebony tail. It was that time of year so why not have a little fun with it...
The sun shimmers upon her golden coat one last time before she slips into the shadows along the borders. Ebony crown lowers as she investigates the new scents lingering. Nares flare as she inhales deeply. Amongst the unknown flavors of many she catches one of identity. One who has visited her kingdom before. One she had led from the gathering of diplomatic speak and onto a private tour. Dahmer...
It becomes obvious to her that a change of leadership must have overcome this land. Why else would the long time resident of Tephra grace his presence here. As she advances into the kingdom - following the familiar scent - she soon spots a pair of equines. One the familiar dark and one quite the opposite. She halts for only a moments pause to evaluate the gathering then continues on slender ebony legs.
Picking her way through the forests trees much the same way she does in Sylva. Her advancement goes unannounced but she does not hide her coming. They are as aware of her as she is of them.
Closing the distance quickly and with purpose she catches the tail end of Dahmers statement. "Yes. Congratulations are in order I guess," her remark drips in sarcasm as she glances to the ghostly stallion then shifts gaze to Dahmer. The same devilish grin planted upon her lips as she had joined their kingdoms meeting. "Fancy meeting you here, Dahmer," her words seductively surprised. He has changed but so has she. Only their scents can unmask their true identities.
She turns her attention to the ivory stallion, "Karaugh of Sylva... I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting." She steps towards the cream stallion. Dipping her ebony crown as she crosses in front of him. Close enough that if he should not move she grazes his chest with her golden hide. His muzzle to glide across her spine. Slowly exiting the other side, turning with the flick of her ebony tail. It was that time of year so why not have a little fun with it...
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