Dragoncrest Cliffs you could be king but watch the queen conquer

for hero & her @Melchior ! <3 eske's so bitter omg, lol.

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Fresh snow had fallen, loose and powedered as it sculpted to and around her paws with each step leaving a trail behind her as she dutifully tended to her patrol. The early morning sun was bright and as it often tended to do when she was alone (which often these days) Eske’s mind wandered. Not enough to render her patrol automatic, nor to claim that she wasn’t paying attention for any time she heard the snap of a branch beneath the weight of a tree limb (from outside and within Drageda’s borders) her steps would cease, her entire body going taunt as her ears pushed forth atop her skull, alert, her gaze scanning the free territory outside the borders with a scowl ready to morph into something more fierce and sinister the moment someone unwelcome made their appearance. That never came and after she assured herself it was just a branch unable to bear the weight of the snow she continued forth, letting her thoughts consume her as they swam endlessly.

She thought of the Fos Goufa she had met, whose presence was now gone from Drageda and could not help, despite that it was not truly her business for she was simply a Gona as to why she would leave. Had she not wished to train under Heda? To prepare for her role as the future Heda? Eske couldn’t help her nosy personality: she wanted to know why others came (as Gona surely this was acceptable) and why they left. She had never truly cared before but then again her lack of interest in why others left and why they turned traitor to Drageda was before her three siblings all turned their back and left without word or reason. Eske would have bet her life that Freyja and Hvitserk were alive and yet still they had not came back. And though there was little basis but the vague evidence Freyja left in her wake by becoming less attentive and less of a presence in Sleeping Dragon when they let that outsider into the pack — a mistake if she ever saw one — Eske’s only conclusion as that Freyja and Hvitserk had followed the outsider and turned traitor to Drageda.

Try as she might Eske struggled to make sense of it. Why would Freyja just turn her back upon them for some stupid boy? She’d had everything. The adoration and admiration of every wolf in Drageda. She was the golden child, groomed for leadership and greatness; and she threw it all away for some outsider that would likely grow up and toss her away when something prettier came along. Those assumptions weren’t very fair of Eske but she couldn’t find it within herself to feel guilty about it and if she ever saw Freyja again she would have no qualms spitting those questions in the Lodbrok’s face, demanding answers that she could not fathom out herself. Why was an outsider more important than what she was building? Than her family? Without anything to tell her different Eske was left to believe that her assumptions were the truth and they stung.

There was much unresolved within the warrior princess who wondered if she had any right to call herself that any longer. Princess? Princess of what? Or blood and death? Of shadows? Her scowl deepened as she stalked upon the borders, her tail lashing behind her in clear annoyance at the direction her thoughts had taken. She had to let them go. Yet, Eske wasn’t sure she could ever forget their believed to be betrayal. She gave a slight shake of her head followed by a huff of breath and drew her salmon pink tongue across her lips as she paused to sniff at a urine marking, trying (but sort of failing) to reel her focus back in.

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