Post by Diru {college life} on Oct 6, 2009 16:15:00 GMT -5
A silver coated vixen stood calmly atop a tor. Her boa was arched beautifully as the wind tugged at her tassels, flinging them wildly about her frame. Her banner flicked slightly. A soft snort escaped her names as her dark orbs flicked around the lands, taking in the dark misty forests. The cool, deep and murky river called to her, who knew what could lie beneath the slow moving water serpent.What indeed? Either way it would be no challenge to the silver minx who stood surveying the lands.
Why was the silver beauty not worried? Nothing on this world could best her in a fight. She was Cathubodva, the Warrior Goddess. She feared no mortal creature. No so proclaimed King or misbegotten Queen struck a chord of fear in her mind. Why should they? She was a Goddess, in name and in prowess. Cathudbova was the name of a Celtic Warrior goddess, so the grey saw it fit to follow in those steps and her ventures suceeced, so why should she doubt it?
With a quick flick of her dial she maw was opened and a short, piercing whistle rang forth. An alert and a summoning all in one. She was here for a purpose. She was here to claim these lands. They would be her's in just a moment.
She stood still as a statue for a few moments. Harks straining for the sound of a rival. Orbs flicking from one shadow to another, searching for the form of a rival. Her body tense, wanting a battle. Her scars glinting dully when she twitched.
After a few moments nothing came to her senses and she relaxed, releasing an irritated huff of annoyance.
Pathetic creatures most horses were. She opened her maw again but this time lyrics flowed forth. "Rekalla is now mine, fight a goddess if you should dispute my claim!" The tones where low and quiet but the threat was undeniable. Rekalla was her's now. Her's forever more and whoever she named her heir. She could not, would not be beat. It was her destiny to control. This was only a stepping stone to her real goal. Now she was Cathubodva, the Warrior Goddess and now the Lady of Rekalla
Why was the silver beauty not worried? Nothing on this world could best her in a fight. She was Cathubodva, the Warrior Goddess. She feared no mortal creature. No so proclaimed King or misbegotten Queen struck a chord of fear in her mind. Why should they? She was a Goddess, in name and in prowess. Cathudbova was the name of a Celtic Warrior goddess, so the grey saw it fit to follow in those steps and her ventures suceeced, so why should she doubt it?
With a quick flick of her dial she maw was opened and a short, piercing whistle rang forth. An alert and a summoning all in one. She was here for a purpose. She was here to claim these lands. They would be her's in just a moment.
She stood still as a statue for a few moments. Harks straining for the sound of a rival. Orbs flicking from one shadow to another, searching for the form of a rival. Her body tense, wanting a battle. Her scars glinting dully when she twitched.
After a few moments nothing came to her senses and she relaxed, releasing an irritated huff of annoyance.
Pathetic creatures most horses were. She opened her maw again but this time lyrics flowed forth. "Rekalla is now mine, fight a goddess if you should dispute my claim!" The tones where low and quiet but the threat was undeniable. Rekalla was her's now. Her's forever more and whoever she named her heir. She could not, would not be beat. It was her destiny to control. This was only a stepping stone to her real goal. Now she was Cathubodva, the Warrior Goddess and now the Lady of Rekalla