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Death. has a minion!
Death's Mare the Lumimare
Death's Mare the Lumimare
Death.
Legacy Name: Death.
The
Glacier LegeicaOwner:
MagicianAge: 10 years, 4 months, 3 weeks
Born: December 8th, 2013
Adopted: 10 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: December 8th, 2013
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 13
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
STORY UNFINISHED, ART TO COME
Legend tells of an woman who lived on this earth long, long ago. She was known to all as Rowena, eldest daughter of Lord Torin, ruler of all the isle of Burgh. Her beauty was unparalleled. Many men offered their hand to her, but none were able to win her heart. Frustrated over his daughter's stubbornness, Lord Torin arranged a marriage with the eldest son of the king of neighboring island. Rowena would not see his face until the day of their wedding.
On that day, the sky was black- as if reflecting Rowena's inner turmoil. She did not know this man, nor what he looked like. She was afraid and angry, but she knew this union would help her land flourish, so she accepted this fate. However, as the day passed and the time of the wedding drew closer, Rowena felt something was wrong. She could not explain it. At first she passed it off as wedding nerves, but it soon became clear that this premonition was for a reason. It was soon discovered that the prince had gone missing. He was last seen taking his horse for a ride; his servants said he told them it was to shake off the nerves. Now there was talk that he had made a run for it.
Still, Rowena could not get over the feeling she had. It grew stronger by the hour. Something was about to happen. Quickly, and despite all the protests from her handmaidens (for they had just finished fitting her wedding gown to her), she ran to the stables and took her horse out into the forest.
Rowena rode toward the stream that was only two miles away from the castle, just outside the forest. She figured if he were really running away, he would want to follow a path that gave no tracks.
The forest was not a suitable place for horseback riding, but it was the quickest way to the stream. As she rode, branches caught on her dress and tore pieces from it. She ignored this, however, and kept riding.
Once she arrived at the stream she didn't hesitate to ride right in, hoping to trace the prince's steps. The water splashed her, drenching half her skirt, but she rode on. She did not have to travel long. After five minutes, she spotted something not far from the side of the stream.
As soon as her horse was on land, she flew off it's back and ran toward the figure. Sure enough, it was the prince, lying on his stomach- clearly wounded. Rowena knelt next to him and turned him onto his back. He was bleeding badly from his head. She ripped off a piece of her dress, cradled his head on her lap, and wiped off most of the blood. She could see the wound now- a large indent in his skull, the size of a horse's hoof. Surviving such a blow was impossible. He was a handsome man...but he looked so young. She rested his head back on the soft grass and stood up. Thunder rumbled above her and light rain began to fall. There was an eerie calm around her, and yet she felt more unsettled than ever. She felt as if someone was watching her.
Little did she know someone did see her. He watched her, curious, as she showed such care for someone she had never met. She stood and turned to face him, even though he knew she could not see him. There was something about her, he thought, that was eerily beautiful. She held innocence in her eyes- eyes that had not seen death 'til now. Yet despite this innocence, she was covered in death. Mud caked her torn and damp skirt. Blood was all over her hands and had run down her white silk dress, staining it. Her disheveled ebony hair, once braided, had come loose and fallen over her eyes, but she did not seem to notice. The sight had left the hooded dark figure stunned for just a moment.
　"Who's there?" she called out, catching him by surprise. She could not see him. Yet she stared right at him with fear creeping into those glass-like grey eyes, showing him all her emotions. She could not see him...but she could sense him. She knew Death was there.
Death watched her pick up the now empty body. The beautiful woman was surprisingly strong. She pushed the body of the prince onto the back of her horse, so that his own people could properly take care of him, and jumped on in front of him. Unsure why, Death followed her to her castle.
Many weeks had passed since the fateful wedding day, and Rowena was not doing well. Although she went along with her usual duties normally, something plagued her mind. Every night since her wedding day, she would dream of that prince. He would call out to her, and then vanish before she could reach him. Eventually, she began to see visions of him in her waking hours. It had gotten so bad, that others began to notice she wasn't always "there" when they talked to her, and she looked as if she hadn't slept in days.
Rowena awoke one night as if in a trance. She had a strange urge to go outside for a night ride on her horse. Never one to ignore her premonitions, she carefully and quietly walked out toward the stables and took her horse. As she was riding down the path, she noticed a figure standing in the distance. Riding a little closer, the figure looked more familiar until she was close enough to see- it was the prince! She rode faster toward him, but when she was about to reach him, he disappeared. He then reappeared, and Rowena rode toward him until he vanished once more. She chased him like this for a while until she reached the stream. But there was an intense storm the night before and the stream had flooded. It was much deeper now; the water was tall enough to reach above Rowena's waist.
The prince appeared again, this time closer than before. "Come down from your horse!" he cried, but Rowena, instead, backed away a few steps. "Why do you haunt me?" she asked him. "You are mistaken," he replied, "It is you who haunts me. Ever since the day we met, all I could ever think about was you...standing in the rain, stained with blood...hauntingly beautiful." Rowena stared at him. A feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger and Rowena knew he was the source. Her horse began to whinny and become restless. She tried to calm her and steer her away from the prince, but she became wild and bucked her off into the stream. The mare teetered from forelegs to hind legs until she, too, lost balance and fell...on Rowena. The weight of the beast was too much for Rowena. With broken ribs and water-filled lungs, she tried to fight for breath, but to no avail. As she sank into the water, she closed her eyes one last time. Her last thoughts on the hooded figure looming above the surface that watched her slowly fall asleep.
"You are mine."****** Rowena awoke to darkness. It took a long time for her eyes to adjust, or so it felt. She had no way of knowing how much time passed.
Legend tells of an woman who lived on this earth long, long ago. She was known to all as Rowena, eldest daughter of Lord Torin, ruler of all the isle of Burgh. Her beauty was unparalleled. Many men offered their hand to her, but none were able to win her heart. Frustrated over his daughter's stubbornness, Lord Torin arranged a marriage with the eldest son of the king of neighboring island. Rowena would not see his face until the day of their wedding.
On that day, the sky was black- as if reflecting Rowena's inner turmoil. She did not know this man, nor what he looked like. She was afraid and angry, but she knew this union would help her land flourish, so she accepted this fate. However, as the day passed and the time of the wedding drew closer, Rowena felt something was wrong. She could not explain it. At first she passed it off as wedding nerves, but it soon became clear that this premonition was for a reason. It was soon discovered that the prince had gone missing. He was last seen taking his horse for a ride; his servants said he told them it was to shake off the nerves. Now there was talk that he had made a run for it.
Still, Rowena could not get over the feeling she had. It grew stronger by the hour. Something was about to happen. Quickly, and despite all the protests from her handmaidens (for they had just finished fitting her wedding gown to her), she ran to the stables and took her horse out into the forest.
Rowena rode toward the stream that was only two miles away from the castle, just outside the forest. She figured if he were really running away, he would want to follow a path that gave no tracks.
The forest was not a suitable place for horseback riding, but it was the quickest way to the stream. As she rode, branches caught on her dress and tore pieces from it. She ignored this, however, and kept riding.
Once she arrived at the stream she didn't hesitate to ride right in, hoping to trace the prince's steps. The water splashed her, drenching half her skirt, but she rode on. She did not have to travel long. After five minutes, she spotted something not far from the side of the stream.
As soon as her horse was on land, she flew off it's back and ran toward the figure. Sure enough, it was the prince, lying on his stomach- clearly wounded. Rowena knelt next to him and turned him onto his back. He was bleeding badly from his head. She ripped off a piece of her dress, cradled his head on her lap, and wiped off most of the blood. She could see the wound now- a large indent in his skull, the size of a horse's hoof. Surviving such a blow was impossible. He was a handsome man...but he looked so young. She rested his head back on the soft grass and stood up. Thunder rumbled above her and light rain began to fall. There was an eerie calm around her, and yet she felt more unsettled than ever. She felt as if someone was watching her.
Little did she know someone did see her. He watched her, curious, as she showed such care for someone she had never met. She stood and turned to face him, even though he knew she could not see him. There was something about her, he thought, that was eerily beautiful. She held innocence in her eyes- eyes that had not seen death 'til now. Yet despite this innocence, she was covered in death. Mud caked her torn and damp skirt. Blood was all over her hands and had run down her white silk dress, staining it. Her disheveled ebony hair, once braided, had come loose and fallen over her eyes, but she did not seem to notice. The sight had left the hooded dark figure stunned for just a moment.
　"Who's there?" she called out, catching him by surprise. She could not see him. Yet she stared right at him with fear creeping into those glass-like grey eyes, showing him all her emotions. She could not see him...but she could sense him. She knew Death was there.
Death watched her pick up the now empty body. The beautiful woman was surprisingly strong. She pushed the body of the prince onto the back of her horse, so that his own people could properly take care of him, and jumped on in front of him. Unsure why, Death followed her to her castle.
Many weeks had passed since the fateful wedding day, and Rowena was not doing well. Although she went along with her usual duties normally, something plagued her mind. Every night since her wedding day, she would dream of that prince. He would call out to her, and then vanish before she could reach him. Eventually, she began to see visions of him in her waking hours. It had gotten so bad, that others began to notice she wasn't always "there" when they talked to her, and she looked as if she hadn't slept in days.
Rowena awoke one night as if in a trance. She had a strange urge to go outside for a night ride on her horse. Never one to ignore her premonitions, she carefully and quietly walked out toward the stables and took her horse. As she was riding down the path, she noticed a figure standing in the distance. Riding a little closer, the figure looked more familiar until she was close enough to see- it was the prince! She rode faster toward him, but when she was about to reach him, he disappeared. He then reappeared, and Rowena rode toward him until he vanished once more. She chased him like this for a while until she reached the stream. But there was an intense storm the night before and the stream had flooded. It was much deeper now; the water was tall enough to reach above Rowena's waist.
The prince appeared again, this time closer than before. "Come down from your horse!" he cried, but Rowena, instead, backed away a few steps. "Why do you haunt me?" she asked him. "You are mistaken," he replied, "It is you who haunts me. Ever since the day we met, all I could ever think about was you...standing in the rain, stained with blood...hauntingly beautiful." Rowena stared at him. A feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger and Rowena knew he was the source. Her horse began to whinny and become restless. She tried to calm her and steer her away from the prince, but she became wild and bucked her off into the stream. The mare teetered from forelegs to hind legs until she, too, lost balance and fell...on Rowena. The weight of the beast was too much for Rowena. With broken ribs and water-filled lungs, she tried to fight for breath, but to no avail. As she sank into the water, she closed her eyes one last time. Her last thoughts on the hooded figure looming above the surface that watched her slowly fall asleep.
"You are mine."
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