RP:Introduction

Valor is standing on the beach, looking out over the ocean as the costal wind blows her hair, the waves dance across the sandy shore, and the salty air fills her nose. The draft centaur is every bit like the Frostmaw ones in shape and size. She stands at eight feet, three inches and has the draft body of a horse, while her human half is well curved and toned. Her hair is plantimum blonde, framing an angular face and periwinkle blue eyes. Her skin is a shimmery pinkish blue, the true color of light skinned creatures from Frostmaw. Her horse half, is night black, her tail satin black and long, nearly touching the ground. Her legs have four white stockings most would see on an actual horse. Her hooves are well cared for and maintained as well as black and shiny and adorned with horse shoes for extra damage and protection. The mare wears a leather tunic and sleeves and a jeweled dagger rests at her waist, held on by a leather belt. A walking stick is used for her to lean on as she just gazes at the water and the horizon, knowing all to well that there is a port city somewhere on the other side.

Vargoth just appears with a sudden gust of wind and there he stands, compeltely covered in black robes with his hood up, under that hood was a white faceless mask which hide his curse. All the could be seen of his hands was that one lay hidden in his robes while the other was shown but covered with a glove, his right foot hit the floor heavy as he walked to the ege of the sand and let the sea touch his boots. He knew the centaur was there and what a creature she was he thought as he turned to face her, You know, in my time you are the second centaur I have seen in my life. The breeze is it not welcoming .

Valor didn't even turn her head to look at the stranger who just appeared. She was use to people and their magic, even though she couldn't use any. No. There is no ounce of magic within her large body. "The salty breeze is a new scent and feeling to me. It is relaxing and calming and seems to still the dark place in my heart." Slowly, her head turned to look at the creature and down at him, "I don't know how many centaurs there are in this world. But I am from Frostmaw and there are a lot there, but in hidding. They are not easily spotted and tend to stay in seclusion, unless their home needs defending." She smiled and looked back out to a group of seagull's flying over the water.

Vargoth smile under his mask an turned to see what she was looking at, Why not show yourselfs more, to hide such beauty is a shame. The half-elf puts his gloved hand into the water and pulled it back out but following the hand was a seagull of water that tried to fly towards its kin before the spell breaking and it just hitting the water, rather rusty. What is frostmaw like, I mean to travel there soon the man turning to stare back at her.

Valor took a while before she responded, but she was also distracted by the little dragon at her feet splashing in the water. "Centaurs do not like to be oogled at and given attention because of beauty. We like to hide because we would rather be left alone. Frostmaw on the other hand is cold and ruled by a vampire. I do not care for vampires so I left and will not return until a giant or some other native creature takes the throne." Nothing more was said as she pulled a chunk of meat out of a pouch and fed it to the dragon.

Vargoth looked at the little dragon and laughed, Why not take it yourself, if you want something. Get it. Vampires are nasty lil critters ain't they, someone a was with once got turne into one, nasty lil habit that thirst of theres still continued to watch the dragon, it was very funny to him.

Valor shaked her head, "Oh no. I don't want to be Queen of anything or a princess or anything. I really don't care for any royal family because they think everyone should bow to them and kiss their toes and fingers to please them." A few steps were taken as she entered the water and giggled. Her voice is sweet like nectar and soft like a rose petal. But just like a rose, her tongue could have thorns to it. "I'm Valor Longtail by the way. This little guy here is Valeur."

Vargoth smiled, the person to insult my writing... How could I harm such a creature. the man just watched her trying to figure her out, But why not rule, everyone needs a leader as a leader needs there followers.

Valor raises an eye to the man, "So you're Vargoth. It wasn't an insult. It was a suggestion and wasn't meant to be rude." She smiles now and picks up her hatchling, "I must go for now. I have a hunt to go on. But, you can always find me here when you want to talk." With that, she turns and walks down the beach, and around some cliffs.