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 Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2017 9:24 pm
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It was not often that Mahir climbed the tower any higher than the Famine domain. Death's section of the place was too clean, too quiet, and too somber.
But he'd exhausted every resource he had available to him. Had there been a breakthrough among the other infected horsemen? He couldn't not ask. The other survivors of the destruction stood out in his mind. One of them was a priestess of death, and though he did not remember her name, he wasted no time scuttling around their designated area. She had to be somewhere around here, right?
"Excuse me," Mahir chirped at the first horseman to pass by him, a tall and gruff-looking one in ornate ceremonial armor. "I am looking for someone," he explained to the next, a pale and ghostly-looking woman who pulled her veil a little farther down her frowning face. "Yes, yes, they look just like that! Only she has onnne bright yellow eye --"
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2017 5:13 pm
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It had been the comment that had grabbed the mare's attention; one bright yellow eye." There weren't many among them with golden, Insanity tainted eyes, and fewer still with only one. It has her slowing to a stop, head tilting as she peered through the bustling bodies, looking for the source.
"Mahir?" She hadn't seen him in years. Not since just after the tragic fall of their islands, but she wasn't likely to forget. There weren't that many of them infected, the priestess had made a point to remember.
"Are you looking for me?" She would make her way towards him, and the closer she'd get, the harder it would be to miss the dainty face peering from over her left shoulder. Tiny, ash colored hands rested on her shoulders, feet poking out around her sides. The foal looked very nearly identical to her, save for the eyes. Candy apple red, like her father's.
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