05-30-2015, 06:21 PM
OOC: forgive me for this one, I don't even think she knows what she's doing. I love Lagertha by the way, she's something else 
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 kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep Her flanks heaved with ragged breaths, more from shock than the exertion of the run. It's not everyday you come across family members you hadn't seen since you both were all legs and weedy bodies. Lye watched her sister, noticed the signs. She hasn't changed, a little grey around the eyes, the temples. But she was still Nyryn. At least the raven mare haphazardly guessed. She reeled slightly, as her sisters wings unfurled. A few buckled steps and Lye managed to regain herself. This just is s nightmare. She's on the beach now, laying in the cove surrounded by bones and lost souls. She wasn't reslly here. Not hearing the bitter undertone in her sisters voice. That cut deeper and harsher than the ice in the wind. Which crept along her moth eaten skin like spider legs, crawling, unwelcoming, uncomfortable. Lye turned her attention to the sudden appearance of another; a strapping mare adorned with markings, drawings that stood out. Lye narrowed her gaze, studying then, analysing them with a silent scrutiny, her feathered ears bowed sideways, hearing the mare's assumptions. The usual happened then, like it would have back in time. The blue mare answered first and foremost. Forgetting the shadow beside her, the black mare with the strange orange eyes. When the air was clear, no undercurrent of disgust, no bittersweet song reminding her of the beach's lost souls, she put a foot on the ground and cracked her tail against her hocks. An innocent and paling look in her eyes. "A party? I never saw an invitation." her words cut close to the wind, her voice potentially lost in the air. So she said again, but moved closer, her neck snaking out and teeth snapping closed. Perhaps the long years of solitude made her insane, or maybe it was living with the ghosts and the bones, but the black mare was certain she made absolute sense, even if she wasn't. "No one ever invites the strange kid. Their the ones in the corner. Thinking up ways to murder their neighbour, whilst maintaining the sweetest smile." and so the bare did, put on her brazen smile, scarily it was all teeth and nothing sweet about it. |