Ygritte
04-20-2019, 07:12 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
It would have been odd to watch the swan paddling slowly through the waters of a rare fresh water pool. The bird suns herself, red eye closed, the occasional movement of her long neck turning her head so she may plush one of the blush tinted feathers and rearrange it so she was flawless. One unseen foot pushing the water slowly, drifting.
Island Resort is an old land full of memories and whispers. Ygritte remembers the days before the Reckoning when it had been a simple herd land. The swan opens her eyes, blinking at the brightness of the sun, yawning sleepily. The blush tinted bird moves towards the sand edge of the water, her body shifting, a bay mare with salmon colored limbs and hair emerges.
Her life in Beqanna has led her through many storms and down many paths. She has known many, loved few, lost most. The mare gives thanks to the gods above they have gifted her with eternal beauty do the lines of her age do not carve tributaries of tears through the flesh of her cheeks (well a single cheek). Begonias bloom in place of where her right eye would have been (it had been lost on a quest) but it causes there to be an eerie beauty about her. Ygritte embraces her differences openly.
A single pink limb presses into the sand and sea grass and she admires the way it gives beneath her hoof. It felt warm and soft. A smile pulls at the small mare's lips as she moves on, anticipating the fun it could be to explore the Resort, wondering who now ruled here...if any.
Island Resort is an old land full of memories and whispers. Ygritte remembers the days before the Reckoning when it had been a simple herd land. The swan opens her eyes, blinking at the brightness of the sun, yawning sleepily. The blush tinted bird moves towards the sand edge of the water, her body shifting, a bay mare with salmon colored limbs and hair emerges.
Her life in Beqanna has led her through many storms and down many paths. She has known many, loved few, lost most. The mare gives thanks to the gods above they have gifted her with eternal beauty do the lines of her age do not carve tributaries of tears through the flesh of her cheeks (well a single cheek). Begonias bloom in place of where her right eye would have been (it had been lost on a quest) but it causes there to be an eerie beauty about her. Ygritte embraces her differences openly.
A single pink limb presses into the sand and sea grass and she admires the way it gives beneath her hoof. It felt warm and soft. A smile pulls at the small mare's lips as she moves on, anticipating the fun it could be to explore the Resort, wondering who now ruled here...if any.
Ygritte.