09-21-2016, 09:45 PM
still trying to feel her out, so please excuse horribleness!
Despoine
Despoine was quite lost without her parents’ guidance.
They had been separated after the events that had transpired to change the world. She had found some lingering resemblance of the Valley through the sight of some of her fellow kingdom members, but they were not the ones whom were most important to her young, frail heart.
She dearly wished to know where her Daddy and Momma had gone to. Despoine was an outwardly independent spirit, but yet she actually depended greatly upon her familial bonds. She had only ever known the safe little bubble that the Valley had been. But now the world had been turned upside down and she had been thrust into a whirling dervish of chaotic change.
The yearling passed through the huddling masses that made up the meadow – many of them had a great fear of the unknown. Despoine had made her decision to follow the Valley’s guardian to the new land of Tephra. If she couldn’t find her parents, then Eight’s presence would still lend reassurance to her. She needed all the reassurance she could find.
Her recent addition of golden wings was still taking some getting used to. Her back muscles weren’t strong enough to fully keep them folded along her sides. Instead, they dragged along beside her, and she half-heartedly attempted to keep them from becoming terribly unkempt. The removal of her fangs and the addition of wings were rather disconcerting. But Despoine appreciated the symbolism of the wings, for they were stark reminders of her moth-like father.
They had been separated after the events that had transpired to change the world. She had found some lingering resemblance of the Valley through the sight of some of her fellow kingdom members, but they were not the ones whom were most important to her young, frail heart.
She dearly wished to know where her Daddy and Momma had gone to. Despoine was an outwardly independent spirit, but yet she actually depended greatly upon her familial bonds. She had only ever known the safe little bubble that the Valley had been. But now the world had been turned upside down and she had been thrust into a whirling dervish of chaotic change.
The yearling passed through the huddling masses that made up the meadow – many of them had a great fear of the unknown. Despoine had made her decision to follow the Valley’s guardian to the new land of Tephra. If she couldn’t find her parents, then Eight’s presence would still lend reassurance to her. She needed all the reassurance she could find.
Her recent addition of golden wings was still taking some getting used to. Her back muscles weren’t strong enough to fully keep them folded along her sides. Instead, they dragged along beside her, and she half-heartedly attempted to keep them from becoming terribly unkempt. The removal of her fangs and the addition of wings were rather disconcerting. But Despoine appreciated the symbolism of the wings, for they were stark reminders of her moth-like father.