Kintla Flatlands pactum

having exhausted as much of the valley as worripa is willing to venture, clinging close to the sunspire range because, for the time being, it is his chosen home. though his lingering dependency on it, on the shadow, cannot be healthy ...not with the pallid leader of the saints knowing his darkest secret. or rather, his not-so-secret.

fragheda, snakes it's way into his mind like the hiss of a giant serpent.

he is not ashamed of his actions and believes himself to be justified but it is only in the days after that he wonders if others will think the same. he could be hunted for it, for surely there were some out there that had loved praimfaya.

and wretched beasts like him deserved no redemption. did not seek it. reveled in the chaos and dark of the acts they committed.

now, worripa turns his sights to the flatlands though what he seeks ...and what he hopes to find remain yet out of his grasp. likely, he would not know until he's found it within his clutches.

his path is quick to reveal a stranger; that fragheda finds his cold seaglass gaze sweeping over. being a beast who preferred not speaking, he opts not to chuff to announce his presence. instead, he lingers in the shadows ...waiting to see when — and if — he'd be noticed.