@Freyja - set on the edges of the pack
[table width=80%][tr][td]The child was full of life and it had all occurred quite suddenly. She had felt the twisting of her soul from within the ranks of the dragon pack, but she had never truly understood why it was that she felt such a way. It was not until she had taken her leap of faith and proven to be free that it had found her: the taste of the wild. Thyri was enthralled with the Tartok wolves, and she had every intention of remaining with them. The only thing she knew she was required to do was to bid her family farewell… and to speak to her slate-cloaked sister.
Their relationship had not been a good one. Once, they had started strong and close, but time had pulled many things from them and had – in turn – tugged against the two children. They had found themselves becoming two vastly different beings, and it had caused them to quickly become estranged. Still, the storm-born knew that she owed this much to Freyja: tell her of the outside world. Tell her how great it is to taste freedom. She ran with the force of the winds and her lengthy limbs carried her from the hinterlands back to the stout and rocky home of the Drageda wolves. The scent of their lands had faded from her body, but still lingered there and she wondered if it was wise to cross the marked path. After a moment, Thyri decided that she would remain on the opposite side of the border and called for her sister. Freyja would be the only one she would speak to on that day.
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
with eyes painted gold and a throne built on the bones of
those who would challenge her rule
December 12, 2016, 05:35 PM
It had been decided. Freyja was to leave Sleeping Dragon in a matter of days. The unknown beckoned, and yet, she lingered, knowing that it would be all too foolish to leave until Seff was completely healed. In the meantime she prepared herself for the adventure ahead, finding her paws leading her to old haunts. She’d gone a good distance that day and how somehow found herself at the borders-- an area of the packlands that she did not often frequent.
The need to turn tail and check up on Seff was strong, but, despite this, she lingered-- trailing the invisible barriers with very little in her mind. Occasionally, the silver-haired child would turn her gaze to the distance, just to see if anything interest was occurring. Usually, this yielded no interest and she would shortly turn her attention back to the trail ahead.
Just as she was about head back when a sudden call burst through the air, one she instantly realized to be her storm-born sister. Quickly, she headed towards the noise, her paws carrying her to Thyri’s location swiftly. Upon arrival, Freyja made no attempt in picking herself up, knowing that it honestly had no meaning at this point. Thyri had been gone for quite some time, not that this surprised Freyja in the slightest, but what did surprise the Fleima was the fact that she was the one being called upon. Never in her life would she have imagined such a situation to be true.
“Thyri,” she called once her sister was in view, offering a wag of her tail as she cleared the distance between them. “Is everything okay?” Despite their turmoil, Freyja still cared for her sibling and wondered just what could have driven her back to the pack’s borders.
The need to turn tail and check up on Seff was strong, but, despite this, she lingered-- trailing the invisible barriers with very little in her mind. Occasionally, the silver-haired child would turn her gaze to the distance, just to see if anything interest was occurring. Usually, this yielded no interest and she would shortly turn her attention back to the trail ahead.
Just as she was about head back when a sudden call burst through the air, one she instantly realized to be her storm-born sister. Quickly, she headed towards the noise, her paws carrying her to Thyri’s location swiftly. Upon arrival, Freyja made no attempt in picking herself up, knowing that it honestly had no meaning at this point. Thyri had been gone for quite some time, not that this surprised Freyja in the slightest, but what did surprise the Fleima was the fact that she was the one being called upon. Never in her life would she have imagined such a situation to be true.
“Thyri,” she called once her sister was in view, offering a wag of her tail as she cleared the distance between them. “Is everything okay?” Despite their turmoil, Freyja still cared for her sibling and wondered just what could have driven her back to the pack’s borders.
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