09-07-2017, 03:06 PM
As she waited her natural eyes scanned the horizon. Hazey clouds were painted sparsely across the light cobalt sky. Luckily it had been a ripe season to visit the tropical paradise. The sun's rays didn't scald her flesh as it may have most other times. With the make-shift canopy shielding her from direct light she was quite comfortable.
The wait was short for another to arrive to greet her. As the resident came into her view she raised a brow in curiousity. The patterns existing on the mares legs were quite fitting of the jungled landscape. Ears flicked forwards as the winged mare inquired her visit. "A kingdom visit," her tone matter of fact. Ebony lips creased a smirk before continuing, "Karaugh, of Sylva. A sub-kingdom of Nerine... If you were unaware." Again matter of factly announcing her credentials.
Her eyes shifted in disinterest at the conversation. She was an appointed diplomat of Sylva but politics were not her specialty. But gossip was, she continued with a faux bored breath, "I've come to see how the main kingdom is thriving. Sylva has become barren and since Taiga has fallen to the depths it is only a matter of time before others will follow." She glances back to the mare, noting any reaction to the news...
The demon inside her awakes slightly at the sound of the mares pulse. Even her equine form can't contain it's grasp on her. The need growing. Eyes narrow on the life line supplying blood to the mares cranium. A wicked grin painted on her muzzle. She could feel the fangs aching to descend from her fleshy gums. Still she fought back the urge, this was not the time or place...
The wait was short for another to arrive to greet her. As the resident came into her view she raised a brow in curiousity. The patterns existing on the mares legs were quite fitting of the jungled landscape. Ears flicked forwards as the winged mare inquired her visit. "A kingdom visit," her tone matter of fact. Ebony lips creased a smirk before continuing, "Karaugh, of Sylva. A sub-kingdom of Nerine... If you were unaware." Again matter of factly announcing her credentials.
Her eyes shifted in disinterest at the conversation. She was an appointed diplomat of Sylva but politics were not her specialty. But gossip was, she continued with a faux bored breath, "I've come to see how the main kingdom is thriving. Sylva has become barren and since Taiga has fallen to the depths it is only a matter of time before others will follow." She glances back to the mare, noting any reaction to the news...
The demon inside her awakes slightly at the sound of the mares pulse. Even her equine form can't contain it's grasp on her. The need growing. Eyes narrow on the life line supplying blood to the mares cranium. A wicked grin painted on her muzzle. She could feel the fangs aching to descend from her fleshy gums. Still she fought back the urge, this was not the time or place...
Karaugh
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