06-06-2017, 06:27 PM
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
There was a time when the world was painfully simple. The security of the Cove was hers. Power was hers… when she lived in a sea of purple. The lavender grey lady was now almost fully grown, and her derision for the world had grown with her size. Silver eyes looked upon them as something beneath her hoof. She was raised with the belief that anyone who was not like her was less than her, and Deathwish wielded the power that made her a goddess amongst them. To have the power to wield life and death of the natural world. It was a heady feeling. The feel good drag.
She saunter’s out with all of her mother’s swagger, complete with resting bitch face. In her trail, steps of dead grass and wilting flowers line the way. She snorts, her look satisfied with her handiwork as she continues through the meadow. It was way too bright out here. Summer was high and the temperatures of the open lands were far too hot for her liking, and she rolled her eyes, wondering what stupidity had caused her to think that she could possibly make it out here. Turning, she heads back toward the tree line—back to the shadows, the darkness—when she sees a group forming.
A group of Vagabonds. Like her.
She approaches, her ears flickering with interest when one of them mentions something about putting their skills to the test. A wry smile plays on the corners of her lips. Another hostile takeover. Another feeble attempt at… stretching one’s power.
What the hell.
She turns to them, slides forward a hoof, and with a thought all the grass around the group withers and rots to mush in the sun. She smiles outright this time, as she follows the trail of her making, and dips her head in greeting. “Dangerous plans I see. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve shaken up kingdom politics. I’m Deathwish.”
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