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Played by Offline Chaosy [PM] Posts: 15 — Threads: 2
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Day Court Battlemage
Female [She/Her/Hers]  |  11 [Year 500 Spring]  |  18 hh  |  Hth: 18 — Atk: 22 — Exp: 29  |    Active Magic: Necrobotany  |    Bonded: Sors (Necrobotanic Maned Chupacabra)
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Novus was an odd place, a place that the plain little mare was still trying to figure out. Sors was beside her as usual, something that the equine took great comfort in. If she had been forced to learn this world alone, she would have been a disaster. One odd side effect of the portal and new world was that she finally had a better grasp emotionally. She had been less crazy since the transfer.

That was part of why they were out together. Sors wanted to explore the realm, and Faction was blindly following as she let her mind work through the strange puzzle that had been given to her. "Are you ok? You are rather quiet…" The canine remarked, glancing up at her with is orbs that served for eyes. 

"What? Oh… yeah. It is like a fog was lifted from my mind and I am trying to understand it." Faction remarked softly, pressing her muzzle to his shoulder blade and smiling. They were approaching the sea, which was changing the scents that danced along her nares. That was when the shriek echoed around them. Faction’s head jolted up, her eyes seeking anything that could have caused it. Beside her, Sors started to scent the air more intensely. 

"There is something ahead… not like you… but equine in some form… female, if the scent is anything to go off of." The canine commented as they stepped forward. Faction nodded and kept a wary eye ahead. Seeing the creature, she paused a healthy distance away. 

Every inch of her was on edge, the sense of predator screaming through her. Draconic wings, predatory claws on those rear legs and more hair than she had ever seen on an equine. Clearing her throat, she readied herself to flee if attacked.


"Um… Are you alright?" She called, unease spiking through every nerve the mare possessed.

"Faction's Words" - "Sors' words"
@Pangaea
Notes: Note to self, this is pre hunt XD





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Are you ready, let's go - by Pangaea - 09-03-2021, 11:56 PM
RE: Are you ready, let's go - by Faction - 01-18-2022, 07:25 PM
RE: Are you ready, let's go - by Pangaea - 02-23-2022, 12:07 PM
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