Let my mind be your freedom

Zafina · (This post was last modified: January 07, 2019, 03:06 PM by Zafina.)

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

The Goddess snorted, something that closely resembled ridicule of this situation and a laugh at the involved reason for it all. This was just silly.

Shaking her head, ebony and dark ochre mane splaying vividly in her dismay of the notion, she replied. “No...but I can discuss the finer details of this later.“

Quite a few had come to her in the name of the ‘Dark Brothehood’; it seemed she was not the only one Slade had begun to teach. But why he had left the original place of the pack’s teachings was beyond Zafina. Slade was wise, calm, but his wrath was something not even the God of War himself would be so confident against.

“Enchantress,“ she effortlessly lied. It was a name easily understood in the wolfspeak, and she felt this woman didn’t deserve her real name...
names had power.

But every sky will build my throne.