A Sea-Snake was no stranger to the shifting tides of fate. Thus, Alara was unshaken when the stones fell all at once into their new places. Reverie's brother, a stranger to her, now held the key to their ambitions, the woman herself all but evaporated with the appearance of her husband.
Alara couldn't fault her, she supposed, for daring to spit in the face of destiny and tell a story of her own. The Gods schemed mercilessly, sent the witches and the saints to do their bidding whether the poor souls knew it or not — but for a woman who was neither, these obligations were more readily shirked. Simple enough to say who are the Gods, anyway? Fuck the Gods. I want to live.
Simple, but never so easy. Perhaps Alara admired it in her own way — but she was a witch, and fate was the price she paid for such insolence. So she sought @Hunst, to see what he made of it all and whether they would follow the brother as they had the sister. Or perhaps his little infatuation had finally faded, or didn't carry the same weight now that Reverie had turned her back on the war.
Alara couldn't fault her, she supposed, for daring to spit in the face of destiny and tell a story of her own. The Gods schemed mercilessly, sent the witches and the saints to do their bidding whether the poor souls knew it or not — but for a woman who was neither, these obligations were more readily shirked. Simple enough to say who are the Gods, anyway? Fuck the Gods. I want to live.
Simple, but never so easy. Perhaps Alara admired it in her own way — but she was a witch, and fate was the price she paid for such insolence. So she sought @Hunst, to see what he made of it all and whether they would follow the brother as they had the sister. Or perhaps his little infatuation had finally faded, or didn't carry the same weight now that Reverie had turned her back on the war.
Cousin?She called out softly, glancing around once to ensure she had not been followed.
December 17, 2024, 10:07 PM
hunst stepped from the shadows, his grey angled face emerging like the moon through storm clouds, the scars marking his dark frame a map of battles fought and endured. his pale eyes, cold and calculating, swept over alara with a flicker of recognition.
he moved closer, the crunch of snow beneath his massive paws the only sound for a moment. the wind tugged at the edges of his pebbled gray and black coat, but he remained unmoved, a steadfast figure against the elements.
after a pause, his head tilted slightly, the faintest flicker of curiosity breaking through the stoic mask. a question, unspoken, hung in the sharp air between them.
he moved closer, the crunch of snow beneath his massive paws the only sound for a moment. the wind tugged at the edges of his pebbled gray and black coat, but he remained unmoved, a steadfast figure against the elements.
alara,he murmured, the single word a weight in the stillness. his gaze lingered on her briefly before shifting past her to the distant horizon, as if searching for something unseen.
after a pause, his head tilted slightly, the faintest flicker of curiosity breaking through the stoic mask. a question, unspoken, hung in the sharp air between them.
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