From what she has gathered so far since being apart of the Village, she is the newest face. The slim bones of her legs move her over the obsidian and moss choked land along side the stallion that had offered her a home since finding her alone. The girl was quick to take him up on his offer as she was not a stupid creature and valued her safety and her pretty striped form rather highly.
Helleborn was forged between two rather unusual equines. Her mother was a zebra. Wild, careless, free. Her father was a stallion by the name of Kirin and (from what she had gathered from her mother some time ago) an uncaring, relentless, obscene man who pleasured himself to the pain and frustration of others. Helle struggled to keep the smirk submerged beneath the shallow depths of her lavender lips. She does not know why but the girl had found this rather amusing.
Helleborn is moving, drifting. No real direction is processed as she rippled like the calm shoreline being seduced by a summer gust of wind. The pale purple eyes are observing her new home with mild interest before they find the form of a russet mare, not much older than she, seemingly interested in the foliage that grew beneath their hard nails. Helle twitches her muzzle as she pondered her next action.
She decided to interact with the other female. A low cough is all she can really manage before looking to the other. "Hi." Lips part to expel a monotone, tiny syllable. Long lashes fall over the glassy pools for a moment before lifting as her features remain neutral, judging. The striped lass can feel the ghostly empty eyes of Chem following her, caressing her curves-
the tender inches in the warmest parts of her body, hidden and forbidden secrets. The zorse mare-child shivers subconsciously. He was disgusting, intriguing, perverse, dirty, and fucking sexy. Helle exhales low and slow as she dismisses Chem without another thought. He was a man. A source of pleasure (though she was far too young for that aspect of life, just only infatuation and sinister caresses at this point) and protection. End of story.
The edges of her lips curl slightly as her thoughts drift and she visualizes the taste of the dark male's throat skin against her tongue...
"I'm Helleborn." Her introduction is less than exciting but it was an intro nonetheless.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep