Let my mind be your freedom

Zafina · January 07, 2019, 11:45 AM

Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

She was tired. So very exhausted of these mortals who thought themselves worthy of challenging her. So weary of the lupines who thought they knew better than a Goddess. Words were easily twistable...
as were throats.

”Have you considered my asking to be of servants to Mephala? Or did you assume I meant servants to myself?”

Irritation briefly skirted across her features as the dog howled for an audience. That in itself gored a savage maul across her patience, something she truly had come close to running out of from merely being locked away in this dirty corpse body.

”I’ve been around this forest for days, girl. The scents here fades, as does your hold here. I come seeking respite, and this is what you show yourself to be? Discipline, and self control are obviously a foreign concept to you.”

Slade had taught her much in their past lives...and truly she had missed the wise man; he truly was deserving of the titles bestowed upon him. She had missed the Nightmares as well, but the teachings between them and those Slade had garnered into here were polarly opposite.

”I have had your pack’s teachings carried in me from a prior member. Your gods are nothing new to me.”

Garnet irises sat upon this whelp of a woman. This place held bountiful spirits, so close and ripe for her rituals. Using them, she could craft a way to commune with the Celestials, just to see if she could weasel her way out of this punishment they stuck her in. But first, she had to make it her temporary home.

But every sky will build my throne.