the old gods have all failed.

Ever Mayawyn · 10-08-2010, 01:52 PM

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The wind whipped comfortably through the girl’s plethora of red curls that had been brushed out of her braid. Her tongue hung limply out of the side of her mouth which was curved up into a delicate smile. Seated comfortably upon her knight, the silver girl rode her stallion through the hills on the outskirts of Cour des Miracles. Only a few days ago had she shared her first ride on the wild Haflinger.

Ever had only rode her father’s horse out of disparity when trying to get to him, but even though she had barely grown into her new Luperci body, the child was a natural with the equines. When she had taken Saphraine into the hills early that morning, everything seemed to fall into place once again.

The girl believed in destiny, so when the small, run down cabin appeared clearly in front of the gathering storm clouds, she wandered warily around it. At first she had clearly decided to move on, seeing there was nothing to be gained from an abandoned shack. But when a flash of movement in one of the dark windows brought a candle to life and cast shadows into the dim light, Ever decided to test her luck.

Pushing her companion on, they both held a cautious look of curiosity. Pulling her bag around to rest on her hip, Ever pulled out and thick, short candle the color of midnight. Finger lingered on the dagger for a moment before she whipped the flap back on and tossed the pack behind her again. This was not the place for her to protect herself if things went bad. It was neutral territory where any wolf or creature could come, and having her steed close enough to feel made her feel invincible. But still, the child hung back.

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