Morrígan
Morrigan grinned, a bestial thing that almost seemed feral, as she thundered across the plains with her legs a blur beneath her. The ground was chewed up by the mares' hooves as she propelled herself forward, pushing limits and losing herself to the wind roaring in her ears. Hair flowed behind her in the breeze and the sun shined upon soft, glimmering fur, which was now slick with sweat as she weaved her way smoothly through a herd of bison, a wicked laugh escaping at the sound of their shocked grunts. Moving her focus from the startled animals to the magnificent view before her, Morrigan began to slow, the tall grass beneath her brushing her hocks softly. Veneror loomed in the distance, silent and imposing in all its glory, with clouds swirling around the rocky peak as if the gods themselves were converging there. Noticing that she had stopped completely and allowed a look of awe to slip onto her face, she shook herself out and began a slow, loping canter to a nearby river, eager for some refreshment.
Once Morrigan reached the rivers' edge, she walked in slowly, savoring the feeling of the cold water soothing her sore muscle, and after huffing a sigh, she lowered her muzzle to the surface and drank deeply. However, as she was satisfying her parched throat, snatches of conversation floated own the river and she raised her head, her ears pricked. Following the sounds, she pushed her way silently upstream, curiosity besting her need for water and solitude. As the voices became clear enough to make out words, Morrigan barked out a soft laugh as she recognized her own warden, and heard his greeting of "Hairy beast" to someone. Rounding a corner, she laid eyes on the conversing equines and smiled at the indignant reply of a particularly intimidating figure whose body was a mountain of feathers, muscle, and unique designs. Past the large female was a dunalino stallion with wings that sent a twinge of jealousy running through Morrigan. Listening to his attempt at peace-making and introduction, she crossed the final distance and came to a stop beside Rostislav with a grin on her face. "Ignore this gruff beast, I bet he's grumpy because he hasn't had a fuck or fight today, that or his flask is empty." Twisting her head round to Rostislav she smirked "All of which are things I'd enjoy helping you with" She was undeterred by the fact they had never really met before but it occurred to Morrigan that she should probably introduce herself, to both Rostislav and the other equines here. Bending her front left knee lightly and dipping, she did a mock bow that caused her hair to cascade over her face. Flicking back her mane as she rose before speaking "Morrigan, a night court warrior, it's pleasure to meet you all" Her lilting voice was soft and sharp at the same time and a faint accent rolled her r's slightly.
Once Morrigan reached the rivers' edge, she walked in slowly, savoring the feeling of the cold water soothing her sore muscle, and after huffing a sigh, she lowered her muzzle to the surface and drank deeply. However, as she was satisfying her parched throat, snatches of conversation floated own the river and she raised her head, her ears pricked. Following the sounds, she pushed her way silently upstream, curiosity besting her need for water and solitude. As the voices became clear enough to make out words, Morrigan barked out a soft laugh as she recognized her own warden, and heard his greeting of "Hairy beast" to someone. Rounding a corner, she laid eyes on the conversing equines and smiled at the indignant reply of a particularly intimidating figure whose body was a mountain of feathers, muscle, and unique designs. Past the large female was a dunalino stallion with wings that sent a twinge of jealousy running through Morrigan. Listening to his attempt at peace-making and introduction, she crossed the final distance and came to a stop beside Rostislav with a grin on her face. "Ignore this gruff beast, I bet he's grumpy because he hasn't had a fuck or fight today, that or his flask is empty." Twisting her head round to Rostislav she smirked "All of which are things I'd enjoy helping you with" She was undeterred by the fact they had never really met before but it occurred to Morrigan that she should probably introduce herself, to both Rostislav and the other equines here. Bending her front left knee lightly and dipping, she did a mock bow that caused her hair to cascade over her face. Flicking back her mane as she rose before speaking "Morrigan, a night court warrior, it's pleasure to meet you all" Her lilting voice was soft and sharp at the same time and a faint accent rolled her r's slightly.
Morrigan's speech
Other's speech
Im very rusty so excuse how bad this is x.x
