Run in the shadows [Killdare, Any]

[Dacia]

I can still hear you saying - 
you would never break the chain 

For the first time in her relatively young life, Dacia feels the sharp pang of fear in her gut and the awakening of an anger like she’s never known. She flies across the earth, uninhibited by any creature or obstacle. Her skin, the same skin she’d used to hide herself from her mother’s assailant, is now pale white. Void of any color or feeling. She cannot help herself but cry. The blur of her surroundings becomes even less identifiable but the tears, they will not cease. What she had witnessed is more than she can bear. Her mother is dead.


Dead. Not from age, not from heartbreak, not by her own will. Her mother had died by the hands of a murderer. She screams in her frustration and pushes herself faster as she slips past the borders of her childhood home. Lupei is nowhere to be found, she cannot track him, and the matter is urgent. Her mind can only focus on one other individual - Killdare. A stallion who’d been something of a friend to her mother since her own birth. He was Lord of the Chamber, certainly he could help her.

“Killdare!” She cries out, hoping that in this particular circumstance he will not be far from hearing her. She slows, coming to a stop for the first time since the moment she’d left the forest, white foam lathering her chest and gliding down her forelegs while she paces, her movements muffled by the thick layer of dead needles. Anxiety grips her, and her coat flashes in pops of bright reds and yellows. “Killdare!” She yells again, turning in circles with the hopes that he, or anyone, will come.

Dacia;

color-changing vixen of the chamber

@[Killdare]