01-05-2017, 06:32 PM
Besides the wind and the subtle creak of the branches it blew past, there was an overwhelming silence down on the forest floor. Where the creek once moved in a slow, but perpetual trickle there was only pools of still water barricaded by icy walls. Mother nature had long since banished away the rustling greenery and all that once depended upon the creek was now deep in a slumber. And what of the fauna that sung and played and otherwise filled the air with their raucous? They were stilled, perhaps, by the presence of a stranger who passed through quite oblivious to their reservations of her. She moved slowly, deliberate steps placed carefully around the fallen limbs and rocks that were hazardously coated in ice. Snow slipped in through the bare limbs overhead and clung to her hair and back, dampening her coat and then icing up again. How bothersome.
She recalled, with some disdain, that she had a home by the ocean once. It was a paltry cut of land and her herd mates were sickeningly fickle, but there never blew a single cold wind off that sea and the sun seemed to always shine--even when it rained. The thought alone made her shiver, her body refusing to let her forget herself by diving in to distant (and frankly pointless) memories. She had always been too restless to keep a good thing going and so what good did reminiscing do her anyhow? That was a thing for the ones she left behind, along with the vaguest hint of her aroma and the broken bits of promises she hadn't managed to keep.
She did always manage to make an impression that lasted long after she was gone, though she might not ever realize it. Physically, there was nothing so astounding about her that a man's memory would take a snapshot. She was tall but not very muscular, velvety skin that was so black the dapple gray of her coat barely lightened it. Her hair, of which there was plenty, swirled around her face and shoulders in unkempt curls. A pair of ivory horns pushed backward through the mess of hair at her brow. There was a slight spiral in their shape and an obvious lack in symmetry as they were neither the same length nor perfectly parallel to another. They did, however, bare the tell tale signs of frequent use. Words were her weapons of choice, of course, but one must never be without a backup plan and it was almost shocking how often she had to rely on hers. She found that few and far between are those who can be reasoned with, and in a world where so many had once possessed bountiful powers of great magical force but do no longer, there was even fewer.
ooc ;; quick post, fleshing out a new character!
She recalled, with some disdain, that she had a home by the ocean once. It was a paltry cut of land and her herd mates were sickeningly fickle, but there never blew a single cold wind off that sea and the sun seemed to always shine--even when it rained. The thought alone made her shiver, her body refusing to let her forget herself by diving in to distant (and frankly pointless) memories. She had always been too restless to keep a good thing going and so what good did reminiscing do her anyhow? That was a thing for the ones she left behind, along with the vaguest hint of her aroma and the broken bits of promises she hadn't managed to keep.
She did always manage to make an impression that lasted long after she was gone, though she might not ever realize it. Physically, there was nothing so astounding about her that a man's memory would take a snapshot. She was tall but not very muscular, velvety skin that was so black the dapple gray of her coat barely lightened it. Her hair, of which there was plenty, swirled around her face and shoulders in unkempt curls. A pair of ivory horns pushed backward through the mess of hair at her brow. There was a slight spiral in their shape and an obvious lack in symmetry as they were neither the same length nor perfectly parallel to another. They did, however, bare the tell tale signs of frequent use. Words were her weapons of choice, of course, but one must never be without a backup plan and it was almost shocking how often she had to rely on hers. She found that few and far between are those who can be reasoned with, and in a world where so many had once possessed bountiful powers of great magical force but do no longer, there was even fewer.
ooc ;; quick post, fleshing out a new character!