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| http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... prite2.png); background-position:top left; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> | Location: north in Etheral Eclipse, in old DdM land (Demon's Trail) The creatures she speaks to and I reference are all imaginary SSWM: 368 The morning was misty. The previous days had not bore fruits. Her questioning of the creatures did not aid her - where was she? This was a place different from where she had first landed. The fog crept along the ground and made dim the world, as if the difference between the living and the dead was harder to see, as if any tree could become the grinning face of a malevolent stranger. She shied them but was continued onwards with a laugh, following the eerie light of the vette ahead, luring her onwards with heavenly song. The sharp soprano cut throught he fog as if a knife of flawless metal, and Vesle's light paws danced to the tune as she moved across roots of trees that smiled at her through the dim morning. This enchanting place held her as it had held her before, and there was something comforting in its eeriness. It surrounded her pleasantly as well as ominously, and there was perhaps room for a carefree existence in that space. She left the wooded area to instead step on the snowy plains that had once been Dahlian, and the vette continued onwards until his song was dissipated amongst the vegetation. The small woman walked with a dignity that did not befit her tattered dress and wild, untended mane, her tail erect and ears peaked. This was her land she was walking on, but it changed little that she owned it. She had not yet found what she was looking for, but if it had been too easy, she would not have searched for it in the first place, but merely been elsewhere. This was the weather that the one she searched for had left in, and this was the weather in which she would be found. Never mind the wetness or the impracticalities. She had no knowledge of the reasons behind this search, and she did not question this. She came to find her, and to rule this place. Too bad the Dahlians had left before their awaited Lady had returned to them. She snickered as she went to one knee and started digging a hole. For all she knew, this could be the place. | http://i692.photobucket.com/albums/vv28 ... prite3.png); background-position:bottom right; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> |