Dragoncrest Cliffs o, weep for adonis!

saying this is shortly after asmodeus <3

she returned with the slight musk of man.

only it was not what one would have expected this time of year. it was the coppery tinge of the blood she had taken from him on her breath. the musk of the furs she had ripped from that raw flesh.

it was not a perfume of love, but of war.

now she wished to wash it all away in the waters of sapphique, to curse his name and think only of the memory of his blood on her teeth. except she wept would not make it where she intended to be before the obsidian was in her presence.

and jorunn could offer the smallest of trill wordless greeting sound, eyes cast out towards the sea.