+ Target +
+Backdraft+
+Storming Beauty+
+Silenced Assasin+
+ Outlaw+
+ Thisle +
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She was one of the Old Ones. One of the few that still remembers the old language, the old one between humans and animals. The Forgotten Language. She let her elven ears show. She did not care anymore for those rude stares. Let them stares. She had business to take care. Whistling, she called her wild herd to her. They followed her everywhere, there and fro.
The herd was sought through her visage. Elven ears sharpened, as she spoke whispered words to her horses. As one, they flew down the hill, to encircle this herd, forming a stout circle.
Enin Yhu Ty do Te
She whispered to the lead, whoever that was. The dial of a ebony stallion rose, to view her. So that was the lead. Rage viewed the settings, ignoring the grumbling of her herd, who kept moaning about having to encircle this herd. There were magnificent horses in this herd. Mares were fine, but stallions.. her heart was for stallions. She signaled her stallions, clicking her fingers. To the stallions she walked toward them, whispering, clucking to the them softly.
A beautiful fae was there too. White as snow, with a gentle compassion. Perfect for her daughter. And that beauty! She tuned in on the horses thoughts. Hmm¡K her name was Storming Beauty. It fitted her nicely. She loved Arabians, and this herd just won her over.
She brought out tidbits, offering them to the horses. The fae was easier, she more gentle. Perfect for children.
Ihn Rage. En na to thi wai op
(Translation- Hello, the name is Rage. How are you?)
Call me Rage for my name belongs to me alone.
The demon cursed me a girl, and naught a boy.
They say I'm sometimes cold but sweet and happy but bold and yet sensitive.
My love for creatures is strong, for I am sociable.
I've breathed for seventeen summers.
I belong to no-one
I hold the gift of the elves in my hand.
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