Crazy...Kind...Heromine

[Sirona]

Heromine stood in her stone cottage glancing about she was waiting of new from Sirona. She found it hard to wait. She was dancing crazily as it calmed her nerves but it didn't help this time. Sirona's hoof hit the wooden door. Heromine jumped up and down like an orangatange when she heard the knock. She ran to the door and opened it not in the least bit surprised that it was her little unicorn. "Sirona!!...Sirona!!..." Heromine called scratching the uniconrs head. Sirona backed up quickly, normally she wouldn't have mind what Heromine was doing but her new was nerve wracking. "Ok...OK what do you have to tell little butterfly?" Heromine asked eyes wide head shaking. Sirona's throat was cleared. "Reme" was the only word she said clearly though quietly. She was hoping Heromine got what she had said. "Reme? Reme is dead silly girl silly girl!!!" Heromine laughed. Sirona's head bounced side to side as saying no. "NO? not dead?" Heromine laughed. "You must be seeingthings do you need me to heal your eyes?" Heromine asked pulling out a pot and wooden spoon. She placed the pot on her head and started banging it with her spoon. "HEALLLLL.......HEAAAAAAALLLLLLL" Heromine staed chanting as running in circels around Sirona. Sirona unhappyily reared up. "Oh you saw Reme?" Heromine said in mid-banging of the wooden sthingy to the meatl pot. Sirona shook her head in an up and down motion. "Where?" Heromine asked. "Kelad(sp?)Forest" Sirona said voice harsh. "Will shall go see Glenda" Heromine said. She changed into her ostrich form and started to run. Sirona didn't stop her but followed. She liked when Heromine turned in to an ostrich the reason being she couldn't speak. Heromine was running at a very fast spead she was farther ahead then Sirona had ever seen. Heromine started caoughing and inside her head said Uh OH AS heromine's caoughin increased her body quickly changed to its normal state. She her body was completely transformed she kept running. Except her arms where at her side like wings and she was hunched over her form looked like an ostrich but her skin didn't nor did her hair. She didn't relise the change and kept running.


edit: cadenza

sorry, the stupid word censor thing had 'poon' as a swear word, and so when you wrote 'spoon' it replaced 'poon' with 'thingy' and so it read: sthingy instead of spoon. so, I fixed it up for you after un-censoring the word 'poon'.

[hallaloth]

Fey and unicorn walked side by side through the misted trees. Neither spoke, nothing needed to be said this morning. Both were fair examples of their race, with a few minor flaws.

The unicorn, almost pure white and standing at 17 hands tall was graceful. However, her ice blue eyes held a deeper sense of more then just innocence. She was hardly a creature that would allow herself, a warrior, to be steriotyped alongside the rest of her race. Frost Southwind had been fighting from the day of her birth to keep alive. Left behind her people, and hardly accepted due to her connections with other races, she still prefers to walk beside her bonded partner rather then her loved one. The black diamond on her brow is a sudden contrast to find under her blizzard white forelock, a hint of the darkness that could easily rule her heart if she gave it the chance. There was a scar crossing over it, the reminded of a battle long ago fought.

Jenell, often alone these days, let the coiling winds brush through her mohogany tresses, whispering down to the middle of her back. Her silent, warm chocolate states instantly that she is far from human. The cloak that whisps at her back covers the slender tapering bands of her wings. They seem more angelic, and spread out like fans, then dragonfly or bird wings. Yet if a person chose to view the silver blue wings, they would see five small rips in the membrane of magic. She won't talk about them, the humilation of the incidant, as well as the remembered pain have driven her to silence.

Calm and tranquil in each other's company, each is a warrior of proper merit. Frost, deadly when roused has killed her own people before. Jenell, with a bow and a pair of knives, has too often had to attack in her own defense. Each has walked a hard life, but they're content with that.