Moonspear but be the serpent under it

who is he?

his name is linkoln, praimfaya offers readily. and he was the first wanheda, she pauses and then offers in explination and translation: the first commander of death. talking about him to a virtual stranger, while makes her weary of reaction: skepticism, judgement ...is also a bit liberating. moreso than she thought it would be. large. dark brown fur like the bark of a tree. black chin, throat and underbelly. his eyes are emerald green, like leaves on a tree. there are three scars on his chin, trailing down his throat — intentional. and kill marks on both of his shoulders. he's commanding but wise. compassionate despite the title he — we bear. she recites from her mind's eye, recalling the details of him without hesitation.

she blinks, almost owlishly at the older woman. he doesn't scare me, praimfaya feels like she needs to emphasize. but i know that his presence in my dreams is not something i can or should ignore. even if she isn't sure what to do with it.