gjalla's tongue swiped across her maw, cleaning away the ichor smeared across her face. the doe lay crumpled at their feet. sun eater’s voice was heavy with resolve and the bitterness of realization.
“he will come back.”
gjalla nodded faintly, her gaze distant and fixed on the carcass. “he will try,” she said. “you humiliated him, she 'betrayed' him. desire for vengeance will bring him back. you should have killed him when you had him at your feet.” her words were harsh, but she meant them. no mercy for the wicked. when sun eater placed his paw upon the cooling hide, a ripple of silence stretched between them. his admission came quietly.
“i need bloodhunters—i want my eyes see him dead—hunt him.”
she needed no command, no suggestions of what to do. her anger had blindsided her, absent from the fight but here, now, it had wrapped itself around her heart and put venom in her teeth. she would poison him, too—tear his throat from his body and bring back his head. stark was a threat to them both, and to morwenna and her litter. that was enough.
her ears twitched, her head tilting ever so slightly. she would be saatsine's blade if they needed one, an instrument of death. it wasn’t a title offered lightly, and she knew it. her tail lashed once, contemplative. gjalla hadn’t asked for his favor, nor sought his approval, yet he offered her this. "it will be done." a promise. she didn’t thank him. it wasn’t her way.
her gaze flicked from her meal to the chieftain at the mention of blackfell, a faint trace of amusement playing at the edge of her mouth. “he is persistent.” she said dryly. “he serves saatsine. he will prove his worth. if he manages to impress me along the way, i do not see why not.” her tone carried no warmth, but there was no malice, either—only practicality.
gjalla raised a brow, her head tilting slightly as she considered the question. “a throne is power,” she told him. “it’s the place from which you rule. a pack or a kingdom, it is a seat that commands respect. star eater had one. i almost had one.” she stepped over the doe’s body, predatory.
her gaze pinned him then, unblinking. “you have a throne, sun eater. you’ve built it with blood and fear.”
“he will come back.”
gjalla nodded faintly, her gaze distant and fixed on the carcass. “he will try,” she said. “you humiliated him, she 'betrayed' him. desire for vengeance will bring him back. you should have killed him when you had him at your feet.” her words were harsh, but she meant them. no mercy for the wicked. when sun eater placed his paw upon the cooling hide, a ripple of silence stretched between them. his admission came quietly.
“i need bloodhunters—i want my eyes see him dead—hunt him.”
she needed no command, no suggestions of what to do. her anger had blindsided her, absent from the fight but here, now, it had wrapped itself around her heart and put venom in her teeth. she would poison him, too—tear his throat from his body and bring back his head. stark was a threat to them both, and to morwenna and her litter. that was enough.
her ears twitched, her head tilting ever so slightly. she would be saatsine's blade if they needed one, an instrument of death. it wasn’t a title offered lightly, and she knew it. her tail lashed once, contemplative. gjalla hadn’t asked for his favor, nor sought his approval, yet he offered her this. "it will be done." a promise. she didn’t thank him. it wasn’t her way.
her gaze flicked from her meal to the chieftain at the mention of blackfell, a faint trace of amusement playing at the edge of her mouth. “he is persistent.” she said dryly. “he serves saatsine. he will prove his worth. if he manages to impress me along the way, i do not see why not.” her tone carried no warmth, but there was no malice, either—only practicality.
gjalla raised a brow, her head tilting slightly as she considered the question. “a throne is power,” she told him. “it’s the place from which you rule. a pack or a kingdom, it is a seat that commands respect. star eater had one. i almost had one.” she stepped over the doe’s body, predatory.
her gaze pinned him then, unblinking. “you have a throne, sun eater. you’ve built it with blood and fear.”
wow this was long... srry i was rambling
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— fluent in norse, common, and valyrian. speaks lanzadoii loosely.
— fluent in norse, common, and valyrian. speaks lanzadoii loosely.
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