Hideaway Strath where the numb meets the lonely

gonna backdate this to like 2/27/22 so she can be present lol

 

The time was drawing ever closer. She would give birth soon, she could feel it, almost like a second sense. 
It was probably just instinct though.

Patrolling the borders one of the final times she'd get before eventually going into labor, the Warmaiden came upon the small ebony girl with an analytic stare.

"This is the home of The Saints. I am Fury, the Warchief. What can I do for you?" She rumbled. Her tone was not unwelcoming, but it warned against the potential for any funny business to occur.