Mount Everfall storm child made of wild and flame
look to your kingdoms i am coming for them all
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The early morning sun rises along the peak of Mount Everfall casting the mummer queen in a golden halo of light as she navigates the treacherous and steep paths with ease. It has been a many months since she has stepped upon elevated terrain but her muscles remember the way to move allowing her to keep her balance. Her destiny may have caused her to stray so far away from Sleeping Dragon and the wolves of her flesh and blood but the fires of the (thought to be) dormant volcano she was birthed upon had aided in forging her. She was a proclaimed dragon, once. That was when she had been naive, a child of innocence and luminance.

Thyri has parted from her titan companion for the morning, as when she usually does, Thryi does not intend to be parted for too long. By the end of the day she hopes to be reunited back in the bowels of the Shadewood. She scents a pack to the east of the Everfall and it draws her curiosity, driving the question: how many wolves have claimed a territory of the Hinterlands? More importantly, could she infiltrate them? The latter she would not do without speaking it over with Grievous first as her decision affected him as well so long as they remained a duo.

She draws in a deep breath, following the trickling streams off the mount that flow down to the Verdant Basin though she lingers at the base of the Mount once she has descended onto solid earth beneath her paws once more. The forested area of Mount Everfall bleeds into the borders of the pack that she has scented earlier on the breeze. She is careful to avoid crossing into the borders, leaving plenty of distance between their urine markings and her body. The champagne and cremé sylph has no intention of drawing attention to herself and believe that because she is clearly on Mount Everfall land — neutral territory as it is — that she is within her rights and continues on her …exploration though what she seeks she does not know; though she takes advantage of her current position to draw in the scent of the pack that claims the land just beyond and discerns what their borders willingly tell her.
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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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storm child made of wild and flame - by Thyri - May 25, 2017, 04:02 AM
RE: storm child made of wild and flame - by Thyri - May 26, 2017, 03:58 AM
RE: storm child made of wild and flame - by Thyri - May 26, 2017, 03:44 PM
RE: storm child made of wild and flame - by Thyri - May 27, 2017, 04:27 AM