[ Respond | Andarin: The Mountains ]
Posted by A r n l e i f on January 30, 2009, 2:00 pm A rnleif
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that never even ever really even ends in the end
Infinity spirals out creation
We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying
We ain't sure where you stand
The air was thick and though she had a thick pelt she didn't seem to mind. The mostly ivory giant was a bit antsy though, the last time a fog had rolled in she'd heard that everyone had gone crazy.\, so with shallow breaths she wandered aimlessly. It was the movements of another that caught her attention and she was content to hover above the silvery ghost (as he appears this way through the fog, well she probably does too) and watch him. Sniffing the air her lip flips up and she snorts. He was definitely not from around here. He stops and send a greeting, she waits a few moments for dramatic effect before moving towards him. With a dip of her head she stops inches from his face, "'ello."
The femme's irish accent had faded much since she'd been here yet it still laced her husky yet kind voice. She doesn't speak for sometime, like the first time she'd met formaldehyde, she decided to test the newcomer. He was on her turf, he had to speak first... so she waits, maybe uncomfortably close for him, perhaps not. Her audits flicker every few seconds with a swish of her tail as she keeps her gaze locked with his; her dark orbs were kind, though her actions may not seem that way.
6 year old paint 17hh. draft mix
Scholar of Legend
Teacher of Andarin
Earth I
Played by Indeh
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