08-23-2015, 08:18 AM
But oh! Wasn't she a sight to behold. Nicia strolled into the meadow with a sway to her hips that hinted at the seductress she would become, and a glint in her eye that could only be described as mischievous. The golden fully shone in the mid afternoon sun, not a hair out of place. Her big brother always emphasized the importance of beauty and it was obviously starting to show. Nicia was a beautiful girl and she knew it. Her buckskin frame moved with a grace that gave a glimpse into her Spanish ancestry and a pride that came from being pampered by her family.
Nicia was the iron heir. The truest daughter of Khaos, the iron stallion that rivaled the gods, and the malice in her eyes merely cemented the relation. She was still too young to really understand the terrible hot that came from controlling those beneath her, but she loved it already. She loved the rush of power that came from having her every whim met and the sweet sounds that creatures made as she crippled their limbs and stole their freedom.
Today though, the girl was in search of a different prey. Together with her favorite brother, as evidenced by the violet plume tangled in her downy mane, She was seeking the rest of her siblings. They needed to be a part of the family, to feel the true power that came from being the progeny of a god.
Being the first time leaving her cozy home in Silver Cove, Nicia stuck close to the side of her brother. Too close some might notice, but the vast difference in coloring made their relationship easy to overlook. She was spun gold and ebony. He was deep plum and violet, and meant everything to the little girl.
A few prancing steps lead her to the center of the neutral playground and she laughs, a tinkly, pretty laugh that would draw more attention as she got older. She looks around expectantly, surveying the land like it was hers to take, searching for glimpses of the familiar in the faces of strangers. It was only a matter of time before the duo found who they were looking for.
Nicia was the iron heir. The truest daughter of Khaos, the iron stallion that rivaled the gods, and the malice in her eyes merely cemented the relation. She was still too young to really understand the terrible hot that came from controlling those beneath her, but she loved it already. She loved the rush of power that came from having her every whim met and the sweet sounds that creatures made as she crippled their limbs and stole their freedom.
Today though, the girl was in search of a different prey. Together with her favorite brother, as evidenced by the violet plume tangled in her downy mane, She was seeking the rest of her siblings. They needed to be a part of the family, to feel the true power that came from being the progeny of a god.
Being the first time leaving her cozy home in Silver Cove, Nicia stuck close to the side of her brother. Too close some might notice, but the vast difference in coloring made their relationship easy to overlook. She was spun gold and ebony. He was deep plum and violet, and meant everything to the little girl.
A few prancing steps lead her to the center of the neutral playground and she laughs, a tinkly, pretty laugh that would draw more attention as she got older. She looks around expectantly, surveying the land like it was hers to take, searching for glimpses of the familiar in the faces of strangers. It was only a matter of time before the duo found who they were looking for.