Blacktail Deer Plateau & she raised her shield against the horror of her enemy’s eyes

Please let @Dennan reply first! Want to spree out a few posts before cameos are made

Gods were nonexistent to one that grew up never knowing them, and godless as Aure was, she had known that the world she drew her children into were the selfsame realms which her desecrator had been ever-so rampant in. Sometimes she thinks that Diaspora may've been more impervious, that way ...what had she been thinking when she had arrived to greet the basilisk, fool that she was, with that tempestuousness of a storm too long staved?

And then she reconsiders, and thinks no, for what would have become of them when those at their helms had all but vanished themselves?

No — no, she'd pressed murmuring, moonsbreath kisses to her sun-and-stars' crowns; had commanded the sable Sanguinus to keep a weather eye upon them. And then she'd flown from them three before she thinks they can smell her Fear. It heaves in her, now, a breathing, other creature of her bones and blood; she can feel it stir.

There was no room left within her for regrets for what she’d done. With Diaspora, and now. For as much as she would rather aid in this ...an eye needed to be spared for seeing to her children; stranger to them, champion of hers —

These are not heroics, but essential entire in the meeting of her remaker.
How her soul thrashes with fright!; and yet it will become something wrathful and runious; and soon she will cast herself upon the Dread with dirked fangs unsheathed; and should figments such as blessings be, they would hew into that thunderous vein ...that which Vercingetorix had so exquisitely illustrated unto her own.  ( Oh, how he might expound upon her at length, should the quartet be together again; but even admonishing from them all was worth survivng for ) —

Might as well be deserving of this, no?
...But she had not defied one tyrant only to submit them all to another.

No — no, amongst silver sprigs and needly earth, she presently stood fair and cold before her Doom as a breath of last spring does; chords strumming a low and stone-gewn and frostfelled "Ettul."

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