it isn't her ideal choice, but the cuesta has become a sort of rendezvous point for the barbarians. though she has done a fair bit of wandering, tashkent returns here, knowing that it is far past the time to move. conquest is a part of her just as much as blood or bone; this aimless drifting has grown tiresome, monotonous.
the princess lifts her head to the air and lets loose an eerie, ululating howl, the flute-like tones shivering out across the plains. her family should come swiftly, most out of devotion, mengu out of servitude. it is time to add to their fold, and time to find a home to take, not just for which to settle.
the time for blood has come; she tastes it under her tongue, as if the battle is underway already.
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down to a sunless sea - by Tashkent - October 30, 2018, 11:51 AM
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