Dragoncrest Cliffs let me tell you that I saw your boyfriend walking down the street

now that the girls faced one another, sobeille had an opportunity to fully appraise her. she was built not so different than those of sapphique, suggesting a seafaring lineage — but she was, in sobeille’s opinion, entirely the wrong color. the wolves of sapphique were red and blacks the the manner of the stark granitestones that made their home; this one was a dark stormcloud as it loomed over the cliffs.

her eye was missing. or, not missing — clouded. it peered back at sobeille like the eye of another world. 

sobeille rivani dahomey. the pride in her identity showed in her voice. she pointed her muzzle at saint, expression fixed. where you from?