svalla felt restless. she'd returned in the early morn after having successfully recruited lorcan to their cause. the winning side, as the old gods and new would see their victory.
it'd been decades since she'd last marched into war. so long since she last felt war-drums reverberating their hymn in her chest, the rush of victory.
she was ready. a wildling was always ready for battle—it was in her blood, her very being. and yet, the march couldn't come soon enough. and time spent standing still felt like time wasted.
faust was busy, readying darukaal for battle. gjalla still on bed rest, nursing her wounds. and @Blackfell...her old friend, in which she feared she might have turned into an enemy.
she hadn't the time to speak to him. to apologize, now that pride had been set aside. and so she calls for him, her song stark and sharp as it slices through northern winds.
perhaps a spar is what they needed to put the feud she'd started to rest. just like old times.
it'd been decades since she'd last marched into war. so long since she last felt war-drums reverberating their hymn in her chest, the rush of victory.
she was ready. a wildling was always ready for battle—it was in her blood, her very being. and yet, the march couldn't come soon enough. and time spent standing still felt like time wasted.
faust was busy, readying darukaal for battle. gjalla still on bed rest, nursing her wounds. and @Blackfell...her old friend, in which she feared she might have turned into an enemy.
she hadn't the time to speak to him. to apologize, now that pride had been set aside. and so she calls for him, her song stark and sharp as it slices through northern winds.
perhaps a spar is what they needed to put the feud she'd started to rest. just like old times.
March 13, 2025, 09:55 AM
ears twist, muscles stiffening beneath thick fur. a tension coils within, old wounds stinging with fresh bite.
but still, he answers.
the warbringer approaches, steps firm, gaze unreadable. eyes sweep over svalla—assessing, remembering. he lifts his chin, proud, stubborn, defiant.
shoulders roll slowly, loosening for the fight she clearly wants. perhaps what they both need. teeth flash, invitation clear in dark gaze.
but still, he answers.
the warbringer approaches, steps firm, gaze unreadable. eyes sweep over svalla—assessing, remembering. he lifts his chin, proud, stubborn, defiant.
svalla.voice clipped, cool. not yet warm, but softer than before. the ghost of friendship lingering beneath icy edges.
shoulders roll slowly, loosening for the fight she clearly wants. perhaps what they both need. teeth flash, invitation clear in dark gaze.
come, then. i owe you a beating.
March 13, 2025, 10:57 AM
the raven descends to join her. she regards him with a tilt of her chin, a lingering defiant look in her eyes. softened just so with the apology stuck in her throat.
it was the right thing to do, wasn't it? both and he faust had hammered it into her mind, that she was playing the role of a child. refusing to let go of bitter memories that still haunted her.
those words would remain unspoken, until the victor of their spar declared.
she flashed teeth of her own with a sharp, knowing smile. she hadn't fought him since they were gangly kids still learning their strength. he had grown, he had hardened. he was a crownore, and those bastards were notoriously known for never yielding.
"you talk too much. on your move, crownore." she squared herself, the call of battle a hum in her veins.
it was the right thing to do, wasn't it? both and he faust had hammered it into her mind, that she was playing the role of a child. refusing to let go of bitter memories that still haunted her.
those words would remain unspoken, until the victor of their spar declared.
she flashed teeth of her own with a sharp, knowing smile. she hadn't fought him since they were gangly kids still learning their strength. he had grown, he had hardened. he was a crownore, and those bastards were notoriously known for never yielding.
"you talk too much. on your move, crownore." she squared herself, the call of battle a hum in her veins.
March 13, 2025, 04:55 PM
blackfell meets her gaze, dark eyes glinting with savage humor. her defiance pulls at something familiar, almost nostalgic beneath scarred flesh. old friends—old grudges—made fresh again.
his own teeth flash in return, sharp and feral. paws spread, stance low, muscles coiled beneath battle-scarred pelt. the wildling stands before him, unyielding—good. she always was stubborn.
a rough, amused grunt slips from his chest.
he lunges, movement swift and punishing. chest collides with hers, shoulders rolling forward to push her back, teeth snapping toward the thick scruff of her neck.
his own teeth flash in return, sharp and feral. paws spread, stance low, muscles coiled beneath battle-scarred pelt. the wildling stands before him, unyielding—good. she always was stubborn.
a rough, amused grunt slips from his chest.
have it your way, wildling.
he lunges, movement swift and punishing. chest collides with hers, shoulders rolling forward to push her back, teeth snapping toward the thick scruff of her neck.
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