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The storm-born still had not returned to the home that she had been birthed in. She did not believe that she ever would. The sight of the hulking shadow had stirred something within her. She had found a thirst for the life that the stranger had led – to dwell wherever she wished and to hunt the food that roamed those lands. She could not imagine herself being able to go back to the pack of dragons. Though she was a child of Gyda and Gavriel, she hoped that they would allow for her to taste such freedom without scorning her for her decisions. Still, she supposed that she would never find out… and as she thought of departing the pack of Sleeping Dragon for good, she felt a strange twinge of nostalgia that gripped her with icy hands. As much as it pained her, she would need to return to say goodbye to her family – to tell them that she was leaving.
The thick trees crowded her and made her feel suffocated within them. Thyri peered for an opening, but could not seem to find one that would lead to any vast stretch of land. There were few spots where her body was not pressed on by surrounding foliage and brush. The physical representation of how she had felt within the ranks of her home pack was astounding to her, and all at once the child longed to be free of the grouse too. With hastened steps, the storm-chaser began to wind her way through the trees to seek the plateau that rested on the other side. With any luck, she would make it within moments.
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The storm-born still had not returned to the home that she had been birthed in. She did not believe that she ever would. The sight of the hulking shadow had stirred something within her. She had found a thirst for the life that the stranger had led – to dwell wherever she wished and to hunt the food that roamed those lands. She could not imagine herself being able to go back to the pack of dragons. Though she was a child of Gyda and Gavriel, she hoped that they would allow for her to taste such freedom without scorning her for her decisions. Still, she supposed that she would never find out… and as she thought of departing the pack of Sleeping Dragon for good, she felt a strange twinge of nostalgia that gripped her with icy hands. As much as it pained her, she would need to return to say goodbye to her family – to tell them that she was leaving.
The thick trees crowded her and made her feel suffocated within them. Thyri peered for an opening, but could not seem to find one that would lead to any vast stretch of land. There were few spots where her body was not pressed on by surrounding foliage and brush. The physical representation of how she had felt within the ranks of her home pack was astounding to her, and all at once the child longed to be free of the grouse too. With hastened steps, the storm-chaser began to wind her way through the trees to seek the plateau that rested on the other side. With any luck, she would make it within moments.
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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murder (in four parts) - by Thyri - December 12, 2016, 02:29 PM
RE: murder (in four parts) - by Silaluk - December 12, 2016, 03:16 PM
RE: murder (in four parts) - by Thyri - December 12, 2016, 04:37 PM
RE: murder (in four parts) - by Silaluk - December 12, 2016, 04:55 PM