10-25-2018, 10:14 AM
Warlight follows Carnage's command, teleports to the fight and attacks beside @[Raul]
She has everything.
The heir of a vibrant kingdom among a herd of others her age. She should be happy, or at least content, but there is a restlessness in her that is festering, putrifying the pure and energetic spirit she had been born with. But Warlight still needs purpose of her own, to step out of her mothers' thick and cloying shadow; she needs to be more than a clog in their machine.
So when she leaves she tells no one, not that they could stop her from dreaming herself away.
The dark god calls to her and the importance of this summons reverberates across her slim frame as she sleeps. She feels the pull, the command, of him and she doesn't think to disobey. She may have been a rebellious child, but now as s young mare, she is easily bent under the magnitude of his infinite power.
The bay splashed girl appears out of thin air beside the fray. The stench of bodies and blood nearly causes her to stumble back, so stark is the contrast from the clean grasses of the Hyalineian meadow where she had been sleeping beside her brother.
Shoulder to shoulder with another only a year or so her senior, Will dives fearlessly into the mass of bodies, feeling the fire of the frenzy kindle in her veins. The pale colt beside her strikes out at their target and the princess of Hyaline does the same. Rearing up, Warlight tucks her chin to her chest and seeks to drive her yearling's antlers into their victims flank.
Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam
She has everything.
The heir of a vibrant kingdom among a herd of others her age. She should be happy, or at least content, but there is a restlessness in her that is festering, putrifying the pure and energetic spirit she had been born with. But Warlight still needs purpose of her own, to step out of her mothers' thick and cloying shadow; she needs to be more than a clog in their machine.
So when she leaves she tells no one, not that they could stop her from dreaming herself away.
The dark god calls to her and the importance of this summons reverberates across her slim frame as she sleeps. She feels the pull, the command, of him and she doesn't think to disobey. She may have been a rebellious child, but now as s young mare, she is easily bent under the magnitude of his infinite power.
The bay splashed girl appears out of thin air beside the fray. The stench of bodies and blood nearly causes her to stumble back, so stark is the contrast from the clean grasses of the Hyalineian meadow where she had been sleeping beside her brother.
Shoulder to shoulder with another only a year or so her senior, Will dives fearlessly into the mass of bodies, feeling the fire of the frenzy kindle in her veins. The pale colt beside her strikes out at their target and the princess of Hyaline does the same. Rearing up, Warlight tucks her chin to her chest and seeks to drive her yearling's antlers into their victims flank.
Warlight
Soul as sweet as blood red jam