Post by dakota on Jan 27, 2006 22:40:40 GMT -5
It had been a while. Rendie was unsure if Dersk still lived...wait, of course he did. They were immortal, never would they leave this damned earth, she knew that, but what she meant was if he was still here, or if he had moved on as she had. But now she was back, and this time for good. Upon her return, the dark countess hadn't stopped to check on the dark kingdom, but she hoped they were thriving. If not, she was just going to have to fix that, now wasen't she?
And if she had been replaced, then Rendie would just have to change that as well. Her position was her's, and no one else's, that would always remain the same. She would defend it with everything she had, which was quite a lot. I think we're clear. But, the great queen cannot rule alone, she needs Dersk beside her once more. One problem with that, though. She had no idea where he was. And so her search began.
All was silent within the lands of Bammare, within the even great land of Lemorsea, if which the queen had just returned to, to reign as she once had. The ess lifted her regal, sculpted head, tossing it to rid her vision of her persky tresses. Once her view was clear, she gazed out at the landscape, barren save for a few distant figures. Other gods. Normally, Rendie would've been curious and gone over to see why they were gathering, but today she had other matters to deal with, as mentioned earlier, and she highly doubted that one of them could be Dersk.
A snort fluttered the mare's hollows, and she arched her elegant neck, auds swiveling about her head in idle annoyance. A fore flint was raised, then lowered to churn up the sod beneath the towering Lusitano. Her dark locks draped over the side of her neck, tangled and long. Her plume grew almost to the ground, and was curved in natural waves. She flicked it now against her flank, out of habit alone, for no flies dared venture toward her, or even into the security of Bammare. It was a wonderful oasis, but only the gods had the wonderful priviledge of dwelling within it. Lucky them. Of course, Rendie wasen't taking anything for granted.
The steady heat of Apollo's eye burned down on her tawny physique, reflecting off it's sleek surface. Her beauty was obvious, and she used this to her advantage, to lure unsuspecting stallions into her trap. It was all too easy to then end their pathetic, meaningless lives. You could call it her hobby, something she did in her spare time, for amusement, but it was also what she was known for, and what she was so greatly feared for. Muahahaha! Yes, let them hate her, as long as they fear her!
Still seeing no signs of Dersk, the dark countess struck at the loam with a fore flint, tossing her crown angrily. Although Rendie's fuse wasen't a short one, she wasen't exactly patient either. Upper countence is raised in a half rear, fore pistons curled neatly under her chest. She thew up her crown, trap parted to release an agitated call, directed to Dersk, of course. She landed back upon the damned geo with a dull thud, her intense amber gaze narrowed as it scanned over her surroundings. 'Twas only a matter of time, he wouldn't keep her waiting for long.[/size]
And if she had been replaced, then Rendie would just have to change that as well. Her position was her's, and no one else's, that would always remain the same. She would defend it with everything she had, which was quite a lot. I think we're clear. But, the great queen cannot rule alone, she needs Dersk beside her once more. One problem with that, though. She had no idea where he was. And so her search began.
All was silent within the lands of Bammare, within the even great land of Lemorsea, if which the queen had just returned to, to reign as she once had. The ess lifted her regal, sculpted head, tossing it to rid her vision of her persky tresses. Once her view was clear, she gazed out at the landscape, barren save for a few distant figures. Other gods. Normally, Rendie would've been curious and gone over to see why they were gathering, but today she had other matters to deal with, as mentioned earlier, and she highly doubted that one of them could be Dersk.
A snort fluttered the mare's hollows, and she arched her elegant neck, auds swiveling about her head in idle annoyance. A fore flint was raised, then lowered to churn up the sod beneath the towering Lusitano. Her dark locks draped over the side of her neck, tangled and long. Her plume grew almost to the ground, and was curved in natural waves. She flicked it now against her flank, out of habit alone, for no flies dared venture toward her, or even into the security of Bammare. It was a wonderful oasis, but only the gods had the wonderful priviledge of dwelling within it. Lucky them. Of course, Rendie wasen't taking anything for granted.
The steady heat of Apollo's eye burned down on her tawny physique, reflecting off it's sleek surface. Her beauty was obvious, and she used this to her advantage, to lure unsuspecting stallions into her trap. It was all too easy to then end their pathetic, meaningless lives. You could call it her hobby, something she did in her spare time, for amusement, but it was also what she was known for, and what she was so greatly feared for. Muahahaha! Yes, let them hate her, as long as they fear her!
Still seeing no signs of Dersk, the dark countess struck at the loam with a fore flint, tossing her crown angrily. Although Rendie's fuse wasen't a short one, she wasen't exactly patient either. Upper countence is raised in a half rear, fore pistons curled neatly under her chest. She thew up her crown, trap parted to release an agitated call, directed to Dersk, of course. She landed back upon the damned geo with a dull thud, her intense amber gaze narrowed as it scanned over her surroundings. 'Twas only a matter of time, he wouldn't keep her waiting for long.[/size]
