December 10, 2016, 01:13 PM
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The child of thunder breathed in the scent of the ink-cloaked figure and she held it within her soul. The stranger smelled of wanderlust and far-away places. An ache in her chest was enough for her to cast a glance back toward her home and the pack that she had ventured away from. Perhaps it was for the best... perhaps she should intend to make her leave permanent. It would allow for Freyja to grow and be strong on her own – Thyri only held her down and made her wild. She did not belong with the other dragon-born children and that had been made evident by her first few months of life. She thirsted for the great beyond and the prospect of thrilling wars and dangerous adventures.
The sickening crunch sounded behind her and the girl turned her crown to face the direction of the falling beast. She felt the brush of the dark pelt again her as the warrior woman cast her steely gaze toward the tumbling prey animal. It would not survive, even the child knew. With a few steps, the storm-chaser peered over the edge of the mountain and witnessed the end of the goat's fall. It landed and did not stir again. It must have been a sign; it was time to feast with the brute at her side.
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The child of thunder breathed in the scent of the ink-cloaked figure and she held it within her soul. The stranger smelled of wanderlust and far-away places. An ache in her chest was enough for her to cast a glance back toward her home and the pack that she had ventured away from. Perhaps it was for the best... perhaps she should intend to make her leave permanent. It would allow for Freyja to grow and be strong on her own – Thyri only held her down and made her wild. She did not belong with the other dragon-born children and that had been made evident by her first few months of life. She thirsted for the great beyond and the prospect of thrilling wars and dangerous adventures.
The sickening crunch sounded behind her and the girl turned her crown to face the direction of the falling beast. She felt the brush of the dark pelt again her as the warrior woman cast her steely gaze toward the tumbling prey animal. It would not survive, even the child knew. With a few steps, the storm-chaser peered over the edge of the mountain and witnessed the end of the goat's fall. It landed and did not stir again. It must have been a sign; it was time to feast with the brute at her side.
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
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do not go gentle into that good night - by Thyri - December 10, 2016, 01:18 AM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Silaluk - December 10, 2016, 11:01 AM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Thyri - December 10, 2016, 12:36 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Silaluk - December 10, 2016, 12:56 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Thyri - December 10, 2016, 01:13 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Silaluk - December 10, 2016, 01:23 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Thyri - December 10, 2016, 02:45 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Silaluk - December 10, 2016, 03:21 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Thyri - December 10, 2016, 03:55 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Silaluk - December 10, 2016, 04:03 PM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Tûgar - December 13, 2016, 11:55 AM
RE: do not go gentle into that good night - by Aklark - December 13, 2016, 12:46 PM