Nyka.
A silver bay woman slowly walked onto the lands of Loess. Her nares lifted to the air stopping for a moment to figure out whos sent she caught onto. Locks of flaxen hair tossled in the spring breeze coming off the mountains around her. "Ivar? Could that be you after all these years?" the warm vocals of the dame spoke softly to herself. Her yellow blaze shone in the sun as she lowered her head. Let's see if I can hunt you down.. She thought to herself as her coffee colored orbs scanned the terra before her.
Her pistons suddenly fired and carried her hybrid, beautiful frame across the land, orbs searching. She had grown a lot since she last saw Ivar, and she was sure he did as well. She needed to appologize for leavinging him on the battle field.. waiting for her. It wasn't that she was afraid of him necessarily.. maybe she was more afraid of his father. Either way.. she had no showed.. to do some soul searching. She was more mature now.. still a fighter at heart, just more open to the world in general. Who knows.. as time does change people. She got to the edge of where the kingdom would start, knowing better than to just march onto any territory unannounced. Her scent drifted across the spring air. "Hello!" Nyka called out. A soft smile drifted across her lips for a moment, wondering who would respond.
Nyka was never one to follow the rules. After saying hello her pistons didnt dare to wait to be welcomed as she marched forward. Her orbs scanned the mountains, the foliage, always on alert. Her talons gently pressed into the sod below her as her frame slithered into this new land, trying to follow his scent. She knew he had to be here.. Now.... where are you? she thought to her self.
Her pistons suddenly fired and carried her hybrid, beautiful frame across the land, orbs searching. She had grown a lot since she last saw Ivar, and she was sure he did as well. She needed to appologize for leavinging him on the battle field.. waiting for her. It wasn't that she was afraid of him necessarily.. maybe she was more afraid of his father. Either way.. she had no showed.. to do some soul searching. She was more mature now.. still a fighter at heart, just more open to the world in general. Who knows.. as time does change people. She got to the edge of where the kingdom would start, knowing better than to just march onto any territory unannounced. Her scent drifted across the spring air. "Hello!" Nyka called out. A soft smile drifted across her lips for a moment, wondering who would respond.
Nyka was never one to follow the rules. After saying hello her pistons didnt dare to wait to be welcomed as she marched forward. Her orbs scanned the mountains, the foliage, always on alert. Her talons gently pressed into the sod below her as her frame slithered into this new land, trying to follow his scent. She knew he had to be here.. Now.... where are you? she thought to her self.
lightning in her soul, thunder in her heart, and chaos in her bones