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She is not sure that she is ready. Thyri knows she has made many mistakes in her (short) life and after spending months trying to reconcile, to find her identity as she struggled to shine among her siblings left many unresolved, open wounds and not a single one of them had been easy to clean and heal. She knows that just because Gyda and Gabriel have given her a second chance in Sangeda she is not so sure that Heda, Eske, or Freyja will; nevertheless she had struck out from her parents and her feet found the path back to Teekon Wilds. She is not so sure she even wants to attempt to rejoin her family; which she is in conflict with as she stands upon Frostfire Ridge and peers at Sleeping Dragon in the horizon, ruined. Ready or not her earlier concern about being ready seemed no longer necessary, she thinks with lips pressed into a terse line. Had they escaped and relocated? Or had the Dragon become their graveyard? She does not know. She left before it erupted. She turns from the edge of the Ridge and picks her way carefully down the path she has taken to reach it stepping into the rich evergreens, grateful for the shade they provide her with from the warm, humid morning sun. It is always colder up here, on the Ridge and on the Glacier but it is almost Summer and she feels the warmth that gives it away, even here.
Thyri tries to think of the packs she knows of in Teekon but it has been a long time since she has been in the Wilds and she doubts if they are still around. There is no desperation that drives her to immediately seek a pack for the summer is plentiful and she does fear starvation. She can provide for herself well enough but she knows the press of winter’s cool mouth will be in a handful of months and there is a part of her, a deeply ingrained desire of her ilk that seeks companionship. She has made the journey alone and seeing the ruins of Sleeping Dragon has only intensified the ache of loneliness within her breast.
[/td][/tr][/table]Thyri tries to think of the packs she knows of in Teekon but it has been a long time since she has been in the Wilds and she doubts if they are still around. There is no desperation that drives her to immediately seek a pack for the summer is plentiful and she does fear starvation. She can provide for herself well enough but she knows the press of winter’s cool mouth will be in a handful of months and there is a part of her, a deeply ingrained desire of her ilk that seeks companionship. She has made the journey alone and seeing the ruins of Sleeping Dragon has only intensified the ache of loneliness within her breast.
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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the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Thyri - May 14, 2017, 06:07 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Ashton - May 16, 2017, 05:47 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Thyri - May 16, 2017, 06:15 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Ashton - May 16, 2017, 06:46 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Thyri - May 16, 2017, 07:08 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Ashton - May 16, 2017, 07:24 PM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Thyri - May 17, 2017, 04:18 AM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Ashton - May 17, 2017, 04:40 AM
RE: the blood that runs through my veins is ichor not iron - by Thyri - May 17, 2017, 05:26 AM