[open] ReBeL jUsT fOr KiCkS [Myrna]

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles The entity never moves, but sometimes Myrna thinks it might. It had lived once, the stories said, had been a murderous and wrathful creature, a queen of evil. The protection it offered was what they had needed in an infant world, and Myrna does not regret the choice she had made to claim it for the Gates. And yet… The world is peaceful now. What need does the Gates have for such bloodthirsty magic? As if summoned by her morbid thoughts, the warm dawn breeze brings the scent of flesh to her pale flaring nostrils. Myrna frowns, but does not shy away. Flesh and smoke and rot. Those were not the scents of peace, and nor are they a disturbance that can be left uninvestigated. So she makes her way to the stranger who stands in front of the statue, her steps light but purposeful. This morning she wears only her natural shape. A pale palomino mare, with a flowing flaxen tail and a mane that grows from between her spiraling white horns to where it joins with her tail along her spine. She is not ethereally beautiful, not anymore, but she is fair enough on the eyes. Even when she is frowning in concentration, as she is doing now as she approaches the rotting creature. “Hello.” She says, stopping a comfortable distance away. The glow of her horns does not reach the entity or the stranger, but they are near enough to talk without raising her voice, and given the stench of him that is plenty near enough. “Can I…” she hesitates, unsure if she even has anything to offer.  But she had taken on the responsibility of this land, Myrna reminds herself, and she cannot shy away regardless of how unpleasant those responsibilities might be. “Can I help you with something? If you came for the healing entity, you will have to look elsewhere; the magic here is not the benevolent type.” @ Zain