Dawnlark Plains ☾ déix̲

turning your hunt thread into a reunion one for like 5 seconds :P

the days waned since he had left morwenna’s side. painstaking, with the constant urge to turn back and bring himself right back to her.

how he worried over her. the lanzadoii shit had reduced her to a mere shell of the woman she had been only a year ago, and the crownore fretted to leave her alone.

but at the cost of not sullying her with his manful pity, he went. and loyal, ever loyal, undyingly loyal, he searched for her daughter. sired by the man who he loathed most, but blackfell would undo that. he would scrub her of her father’s sins.

that was the noble thing to do. for he was not barbaric. easy, it would be, to kill the child and say that he had found her dead. but he could never betray morwenna in that way.

so he walks. searching high over mountain plane and through the valleys of the taiga to which he returns, nose to the sky. the raven circling overhead, croaking vocal cues every mile to the black beast that lurked below. and this next one captures his attention unlike the others had.

and then what he scents in the air sends blackfell rigid, for it is unmistakable. and the northman moves, legs carrying him through plows of snow, cloud bursts that fly into the wind.

when he is close, blackfell slows. heavy breathing and a stoic composure, those muted footfalls of his ringing dead as the valley opens up. and in the distance he sees him, alongside a pale woman he nearly mistakes for the cunt of nova peak.

there blackfell is a dark silhouette on the horizon, framed by the raven that flutters down and takes perch upon his broadside.