The young girl trudged her way through this land. This place was different. It was new, and the girl knew what happened to new places. There is always that monster or beast lurking around the corner. Sparks dance and waved over her pelt as the sun glared down on her hide. Cream hooves skipped as she hummed softly. The black wound on her chest oozed and dripped a morbid trail of black flowers behind every step. Maybe it was funeral flowers for any who came across this fallen angel. Long silk strand of milk floated behind the divine figure. One large wing opened as she skipped to show the blood knight imprinted on her ribs. For a moment the girl came to a halt. Not a single giggle or hum escaped her maw. Softly she presses her velvet muzzle to the blood stain.
"You are greatly missed, Father." If she could feel sadness she would have teared up, but the girl did not know how to feel any emotion.
Her blood speckled gaze narrows upon a path that one before her created. The beast was lousy; his footing was not the best. A cackle escapes from her banded maw as she skips off. This thing would be easy prey. If this pathetic beast could not even handle sand, what would happen when she got a hold of it? Maybe she would bid it to the earth with Arcta. Giggles escape her maw as she shifts her shoulder. The chain whispered sweet chimes into the wind. OH! She would bind the beast up the pouring sand into every orifice of its body! Imagine the feeling as dust fills their lungs and trickles deep with their ears! Her skips grew larger as the giggles grew in sound. This would be so much fun!
Finally, after a short distance, her crimson filled eyes narrowed upon the beast who made these tracks. A smile drifted across her masked features. It sealed in any dark thoughts, and the only thing that could be read was a sugar sweet smile. The girl skips closer as soft spider silk strands dance behind her. Waves of sparks arced across her petite bodice. She could almost not handle the excitement! When her sparking blood wings came to the side of this stallion, she slowed her pace.
"Are you all alone out here? " She does not say hello, she does not introduce herself. Castiella simply lets a child like a giggle escape her maw as she nearly floats next to the crimson stag.
"Talk"
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Darian
Halyven
