Two Rivers Isle i am she who betrays blood for a little bit of kingdom
look to your kingdoms i am coming for them all
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i just picked a random spot in the hinterlands; hopefully this is ok! <3

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Though Thyri’s decision to travel with @Grievous had been impulsive seeded in her desire to avoid being seen as a coward she had yet to regret it. It has only been a handful of days, mind, and they have split and ventured their separate ways with the unspoken agreement that they would meet back up; and curiously despite that there was nothing that obligates either of them to return to the other they do. She takes in the scents upon his pewter and winter bone pelage and sometimes she asks questions: particularly insistent when the scent gives itself away to be female. It is an alarming trend Thyri has noticed of herself unsure of why it matters to her. He is a man grown and like her he has the freedom to do whatever he wants. That was the charm of being lone — for her, anyway — she has no one to answer to but her own whims. She is her own queen and she makes her own rules.

The pair had parted once more for a short while earlier in the morning and Thyri takes advantage of it to venture into the forest at the southern edge of the Isle and tuck herself away to catch a few hours of sleep. She is warming to her imperial companion much quicker than she thought she would ever warm to another. It is strange but it soothes the ache of loneliness she had been experiencing. When she stirs awake with a yawn and a stretch of amazonian muscles beneath her seek champagne and cremé pelage she rises languidly, stretches again and ventures to the snaking river that borders the Isle, as if it is truly an island in the middle of Teekon’s mainland. As she reaches it’s bank she dips her head to lap at the water a few times before she surges forth, into the water, sinking under it’s surface for a few seconds before she breeches it and takes in a greedy breath of air, paddling to the shallows and pulls herself back onto the bank, giving her coat a hearty shake to dispel the water. Though she is not a particularly vain creature she does not easily forget that she has been labeled as a beauty. Instead, she has been thinking of the ways that Skaði could use her physical assets and attraction to her advantage like a siren as she begins to puzzle out her cipher attempting to give the moniker life and depth beyond just an alias.
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and she speaks in a voice that sets men trembling,
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
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