Luneshale Pass [mp2] suds

tuna had dreams these nights she spent within the lowlands. dreams that she did not understand, dreams that she had never seen.

toula remained wrapped in gilded sunlight, wearing upon her the crown at ra himself placed before her head. she was the light itself, the radiance in everything that reached far within the soils of the lowlands.

and beside her? the figure of another, adorned with silver as they bow to her. their queen? no -- pharaoh. 

her birthright. and tuna could see that divine blood is praised within the land. thousands fall upon their knees as the light grows within their bones and skin, blessed by her own very air.

but she can see the uprising, as thorns erupt from tuna's mouth. the nonbelievers, the heretics, the greedy and power starved. she could see them reach for her light, tainting the golden rays with stains of shadowed vermillion. seeping into the very veins of toula, the pharaoh falls and grows corrupted.

the thorns from tuna wrap ahold of each victim, from those who stain the holy ground to the queen herself. devoured as an unpure heart, they bleed a potent tar that drowns the world.


she awakes. startled, in a sweat, gasping as her hackles remain on edge. it could not have been earlier than a few hours before sunrise as the sky outside remains dark. tuna looks over to her totem of protection, a gift from the girl queen herself. and she draws it close to her for a moment, pressing her head into the totem as if it may bequeth to her its sacred protection.

tuna had seen the divine plans. and now she did not know what to do with the burden within her heart.