Not often does she wander with an empty conscience, though the evening brings reluctant solace. Her mind was never completely bare, no, she wishes it were so easy. Just when she seems to forget, enjoy the quiet rapture that is nothing, she's sent spiraling into the cosmic void time and time again left with a hollowed view of what lies ahead. It's moments like these Famkee doesn't know wether to appreciate her gift given by the magic that haunts the endless hills, or to regret her valiant attempts at saving a land she never even knew. Some karmic ties she had yet to sever, to be vastly owned by her past, only to be given fickle images of the future. Something drew her here tonight, and as hard as she tries to ignore it the more the flashes of fate persist, tangling the familiar likeness of the ruins, a place she had nearly forgotten.
The night is clear, the moon in it's full phase casting light to the barren plunders of stone. As of late, it was a chore to sleep or to get any sort of rest, so she decides to allow herself the opportunity to revisit desolate soil, it feels nostalgic beneath her hooves. It's not like she could reject her visions, they only receded when she surrendered to them, quite a task for the stubborn unicorn. Perhaps an opportunity to release her, some sort of irritating lesson to learn, nevertheless she struggles to make peace with the fact of having to yield. The warrior although intrigued to explore the ruins once more, sticks to the sidelines of the scattered treeline, observing the dilapidated boulders in their entirety. Flashes of creatures from the sea and sky shown to her from ancient battles riddles her thoughts, the once tall sound structures before her, lost to frenzied magic and torn to bits in the fray. A strange feeling twists her gut, scanning the remnants. War was all too familiar to the soldier, and perhaps it's why it entraps her soul in the way that it does.
If it weren't for the moons pale face, Famkee might have missed the shadow lurking in the darkness. She lets a breath release through her nostrils that she wasn't aware she was harboring, golden eyes threatening to roll and disappear into the back of her skull. Was she always to run into another soul when she desperately coveted and valued solitary tendencies? She watches her with a half lidded gaze, trailing over her form. Black as the night, horned as she was only a different class, resembling that of an Ovis. What the stranger could achieve with those in battle Famkee ponders, creating a glint of curiosity inside golden jewels. Battering, she supposes, like a ram, opposed to hers, made for slicing or goring. Another notable trait was her feline like forelimbs, along with a tail, slender and smooth, akin to the twilight. She looked as though she belonged here, the night that is, and it doesn't come to much of a surprise that she finds a creature like her here, looming through the dimness. Perhaps she is already aware of her presence, but she doesn't make much effort to introduce herself, only a few half hearted steps in her direction. Thick ebony tendrils of her tail slap at muscled flanks, ears placed attentively forwards, she speaks. "The moon gave you away. But I doubt you were trying to hide."
The night is clear, the moon in it's full phase casting light to the barren plunders of stone. As of late, it was a chore to sleep or to get any sort of rest, so she decides to allow herself the opportunity to revisit desolate soil, it feels nostalgic beneath her hooves. It's not like she could reject her visions, they only receded when she surrendered to them, quite a task for the stubborn unicorn. Perhaps an opportunity to release her, some sort of irritating lesson to learn, nevertheless she struggles to make peace with the fact of having to yield. The warrior although intrigued to explore the ruins once more, sticks to the sidelines of the scattered treeline, observing the dilapidated boulders in their entirety. Flashes of creatures from the sea and sky shown to her from ancient battles riddles her thoughts, the once tall sound structures before her, lost to frenzied magic and torn to bits in the fray. A strange feeling twists her gut, scanning the remnants. War was all too familiar to the soldier, and perhaps it's why it entraps her soul in the way that it does.
If it weren't for the moons pale face, Famkee might have missed the shadow lurking in the darkness. She lets a breath release through her nostrils that she wasn't aware she was harboring, golden eyes threatening to roll and disappear into the back of her skull. Was she always to run into another soul when she desperately coveted and valued solitary tendencies? She watches her with a half lidded gaze, trailing over her form. Black as the night, horned as she was only a different class, resembling that of an Ovis. What the stranger could achieve with those in battle Famkee ponders, creating a glint of curiosity inside golden jewels. Battering, she supposes, like a ram, opposed to hers, made for slicing or goring. Another notable trait was her feline like forelimbs, along with a tail, slender and smooth, akin to the twilight. She looked as though she belonged here, the night that is, and it doesn't come to much of a surprise that she finds a creature like her here, looming through the dimness. Perhaps she is already aware of her presence, but she doesn't make much effort to introduce herself, only a few half hearted steps in her direction. Thick ebony tendrils of her tail slap at muscled flanks, ears placed attentively forwards, she speaks. "The moon gave you away. But I doubt you were trying to hide."
Famkee
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Famkee [Fahm-key]