June 09, 2020, 06:23 AM
it feels strange to be here, this place that should've been her birthright. she understands the reasoning behind her mother's departure ...drageda had been failing and the brewing war had not been a place blodreina'd wanted her to be born. older and closer to womanhood, praimfaya was better able to appreciate the weight of the decision ...despite that she herself was not yet old enough to bear children. she would be soon, she knows. it was a brave choice blodreina had made even if it left her branded a traitor by those she had loved and fought beside. but that was the plus of being wanheda, of being the commander. she took that stain away from her mother.
her thoughts drift like the salty wind from the sea that whips 'round her fur, offering a reprieve from the oppressive heat that lays heavy like a thick, suffocating blanket. maybe one day, she thinks, as she continues on her way, curious and exploring, she might lay claim to these cliffs on her own. after the fall of roangeda, however, she is not so eager to jump back into it. she is content in sagtannet, and trying to find who she is beneath the title she's bore for all of her life.
a figure approaches, heavy of foot, and burly. frostbound gaze takes him in with standard caution, tail neutral even as she gives a lift of her muzzle; ears perking as he speaks to her. her first thought, as he draws nearer for her to make out details of his face, is that he's handsome ...in the way that all dangerous things were. instinct tells her to be cautious, especially as he calls her 'dear', as if they are familiar. but she is wanheda, the commander of death and though cautious she isn't afraid.
her thoughts drift like the salty wind from the sea that whips 'round her fur, offering a reprieve from the oppressive heat that lays heavy like a thick, suffocating blanket. maybe one day, she thinks, as she continues on her way, curious and exploring, she might lay claim to these cliffs on her own. after the fall of roangeda, however, she is not so eager to jump back into it. she is content in sagtannet, and trying to find who she is beneath the title she's bore for all of her life.
a figure approaches, heavy of foot, and burly. frostbound gaze takes him in with standard caution, tail neutral even as she gives a lift of her muzzle; ears perking as he speaks to her. her first thought, as he draws nearer for her to make out details of his face, is that he's handsome ...in the way that all dangerous things were. instinct tells her to be cautious, especially as he calls her 'dear', as if they are familiar. but she is wanheda, the commander of death and though cautious she isn't afraid.
hei,she greets in return, not bothering to correct the slip of trigedasleng.
not really.praimfaya says, adhering to sun tzu's teachings of 'appear strong when you are weak, and weak when you are strong'. she was a bit tired from her travels but her demeanor had more to do with the ghosts of the cliffs than it did anything else.
this place is full of ghosts.
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immortal, - by RIP Praimfaya - May 31, 2020, 05:46 AM
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