OOC: Hai!, you are correct, Effie has dyed fur but her companion has tattooed markings apart from his mane and tail which are dyed. The inside rim of his nostils are tattooed red to give the impression his nares are 'glowing' to make him appear as demonic as his nature, especially in dark/moonlit landscapes (markings for both characters should now be in my profile & hope thats okay)

It wasn’t long before she was let’s say ‘attended to’ by one of the locals round these parts. Also mounted, the unfamiliar male’s characteristics of his breeding looked somewhat similar to her own, but he was significantly larger in frame, hence the size of his mount she presumed. Her ghostly eyes spitted over his form and his steed with little interest as he approached, still clasping the handle of her blade.

The dark stallion resented against the show of dominance from the fiery hued equine, twisting his expression into a hellish grimace, teeth bared and ears pinned to his coiled neck towards the other male and his rider not to come a inch closer to his possession. Though he was much smaller than the heavier breed he was far from disadvantaged. ”State your business, stranger.” he interjected the deathly silence that had clustered between them. His voice rung authority but the woman remained expressionless throughout his words. ” My business is that of a high manner” she bluntly spoke to return back his own approach, allowing a comfortable silence to muster before she continued. ”I come to offer you my services” she hollowed once more, still motionless towards the opposing male.
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The atmosphere slackened it's anxious grip, and so did Euphoria to a extent - releasing her moulded hand from the head of her blade she allowed her hand to drop collectively to her side, making room for more current, pressing matters. However her steed did not, remaining in his poised stature, carefully eyeing up the other stallion with the hot white inward turning of his light auburn orbs producing a deathly peircing glare.

Ignoring her steeds impulsive behaviour against her relaxed body language, the woman intently listened to the bronze shaded male's reply, her pointed long ears facing still in his direction. With a brief collective thought she replied to his request of just exactly what she was willing to offer for a place amongst his cult. "Hunting, Scouting, Spying, Mounted and Unmounted battle are my specialities, Sir - but I think you'll find I can master anything I set my mind upon" Returning his friendly but serious smile she awaited his response quietly, only moving her hands to shift her belt hitched with various weapons to fit comfortably upon her hips, and flick the darkened strands of hair away from her face.

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Tracing the outline of Fear’s shoulder muscles gently with her right hand over his soft satin fur, she surveyed his response of which she was most pleased with and spread a genuinely satisfied grin across her maw. ”Euphoria” she acquainted her name to him ”Although my more personal acquaintances call me Effie” she offered, before raising an eyebrow to his previous mentioning of testing her skills. ” We shall spar sometime if you wish, and that is of course if you can suffer defeat” she teased slightly, producing a quiet short-lived giggle in reflection of his almost school-boy wink.

Ticked at the amount of attention this strange man was receiving, Fear twitched his muscles vigorously in spasms as a reaction to her touch, pawing frustrated at the ground and shaking his head horizontally, blood- stained ears flapping against his poll in craving of being her only focus. On a more serious tone, she drew her attention to the accommodation offered to members of the pack, and if her equine would have the luxury of shelter in this grass-plain domineered landscape. ”Are there any stables I may bed my stallion during bad weather?” she open-mindedly asked, coaxing her monochrome hands up and down his muscled ebony neck, ribboned with dark strands that faded at the tips to crimson in hope of soothing his discomfort, murmuring soft words of simple Arabic lullaby into his ears.


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The gentle soothing of her hands lowered Fears head, his ears flopping as she worked up and down his neck muscles in a repetitive motion. When she sat up Ezekiel was trying to communicate with her animal in some language completely unfamiliar to her. Fear looked as if he partially understood what the coyote was trying to say, with an abrupt snort and irritated swish of his tail lashing his smoothly blanketed rump still unsure of whether this coyote was trustable, especially that brute of a horse he was sat on. The girl noticed Ezekiel’s intrigue with her beloved, but awkwardly stubborn and possessive stallion watching one another with curious eyes as he attempted to converse with him figuring what exactly he was trying to say.

As Ezekiel signalled for his horse to turn, she mirrored his actions and followed alongside but leaving a safe-distance between the two stallions, knowing how unpredictable her equine could be when it came to dominance. As they picked up to trot Fear’s testosterone levels hit the roof, and he began to prance in a highly stepped two beat movement of the most fashionable manner, his sixteen hand high withers not even coming close to the top of the other stallion’s shoulder. Despite her horse’s erratic display Euphoria had listened intently to the information Ezekiel was feeding to her, with a small thrill of knowing there was plenty of sparring partners for her here shining through a smile that was gently lit upon her maw. He questioned of what language she had communicated to with her stallion a little earlier ”Oh, it is Arabic- I learned it through some books, they were the only commands he would respond to” She gestured to her mount ”I have my suspicions that is where he came from.” She continued before her eyes glanced down to check her belt hadn’t twisted back to its normal, uncomfortable position.


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In the short vacant moment it had taken the man to respond to her she had gained just slightly a bit more control over her equine with his extravagant movement shortening, but just through his bloody-mindedness the parading turned to jogging alongside the chestnut instead, with a slow realisation there was no real threat to him or his chosen rider. It seemed that this male knew the language she had spoken but only through the clan’s medic, which was good, but his suggestion of speaking to her stallion drew a doubtful, half worried expression upon her face. ”Hmm, that would be interesting– he can be a little strong headed and all, but im sure there will be some agreement he will kneel to.” she returned plainly, foresighting her steed acting idiotically over yet another stranger who obviously wouldn’t cause any harm what so ever to the girl, but proceeding to believe so anyways. She shouldn’t have been making excuses however; she should of been embracing their traditions and forming reliable bonds with those she will work with, especially that of the medic.

The asking of her origin pulled a few heartstrings in the woman’s chest and her light glowing eyes dimmed for a moment, glaring down at her fiery red dragon charm gently chinking against the gold plated bracelet on her wrist before rising up again. Home. ”No no” she partly chuckled ” Im from a small island near Japan, it is most beautiful.” she said in a soft melancholy, the words almost needing to be handled with care. As her companion tugged her up to the top of the small embankment with ease she glared across the lands with intrigue, her aqua hinted eyes growing into a large, curious gaze. It was so different to the ancient evergreen forests she was used to, with glorious temples and glowing shrines of those whom believed in the samurai standing out for miles, their paper-made lanterns lighting the way for those on their chosen path of enlightenment.

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She had loved it when the man conversed about it his knowledge of her origin, it made her feel noticed – as if she wasn’t just another newcomer who he was just simply showing around in some robotic manner. However she didn’t take too fondly to talking about her past that much and with his questioning of her disappearance from there and arrival here she was quick to cut the topic short. ”I was promised something I never found, maybe I’ll find it here.” She interluded, her tone neither taking nor giving of the emotion she didn’t wish to share.

The woman patted her horse appraisingly of his abnormally now quiet behaviour and relaxed stance next to the other’s stallion, maybe he would settle well here – give or take a month or two. ”How did you come across these lands, do you have any family here?” She asked the man back, moulding the curiosity of his origin and her desire for the change of subject together, perhaps the male warrior did have family here. She then turned and glared out across the landscape in front of her once more, taking in the sights she would now class as familiar before turning back to Ezekiel in timely fashion for his answer.

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The clouds seemed to have vastly changed their luminosity to a dark impending grey in the sky within minutes, shredding the calm deep blue of the night into an eerie, enraged atmosphere. A line of growing concern formed upon the girl’s face, and she raised her nose to the sky to find the air was becoming increasingly damp with the change of weather. Despite this her guide had seemed un-phased and had continued on to tell the woman about how his own father was the pack’s Aquila, which meant leader in their language and how various members of his family resided within the borders. The woman had been reared in non-feral type of atmosphere and figured she would check out the mansion as a place to sleep, casting her angelical eyes over the plain and aged structure in the distance.

Before she could cast comment on her concerns for the weather it was already upon her, crystal drops had already begun to descend from above with impressive frequency from a sudden downpour. The pair where now cantering, and her nimble stallion’s hooves keeping up with the larger mount’s with ease. A questionable look was placed upon the girl’s expression as she directed her head at Ezekiel, dark dripping hair clinging to the grey hues of her face ”Must be nice, having family so close.. Are there any others in leadership?” She edged, her voice falling slightly mallow. ”You don’t mind a little rain, do you?” the woman asked, hoping a change in the weather forecast wouldn’t call off the tour.

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OOC: Sure sorry for the wait x_x

With the accompanying presence of rain working against them she gently mirrored her guide’s gait and edged her horse to travel more swiftly at Ezekiel’s increasing pace. The buildings here were constructed far differently to what she was used to at home, the fore spoken mansion standing before her in its somewhat decaying glory, shielding against the rain entering within its strange stone walls. The iron fence had taken her interest as she had followed him through, cold eyes casting upon the last remnants of its shedding rust skin as she was led near to the stables.

As he had let his own mount escape the weather into the sheltered area she had dismounted quietly and whispered a few gentle words towards her stallion which had sent him whipping out the gates of the mansion and quickly out of sight, at his own very much preferred lightening pace with tail held high and the occasional snort of dominance at his surroundings. She nodded towards Ezekiel in acknowledgement of his words before she had hurried her pace to reach him in an affirmative manner. When there she glanced up man from upon her small willowed frame and waited his next instruction with a slight smile across her jaw.
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