Sawtooth Spire vormundschaft

i always have time for an ebony thread! ♥

her patrols takes her with a duplicitous fearlessness; traversing the towering spires of sawtooth with an ease she does not necessarily feel. she does not forget the sight of blodreina crushed beneath the unyielding weight of loosened boulder and rock but it no longer haunts her as it once has. she has neared death by tooth and claw twice now and she does not fear the thrum and thrill of battle in her veins. thus, she will not fear the sawtooth, facing these idle and inherited fears as she faces her enemies: head on.

the sun slinks lower and lower in the horizon, casting a golden glow over the world. it is a breathtaking sight and the scarred commander takes it in with a soft stir beneath her breath. she lingers there for a few moments, admiring, before she pushes onward, intent to finish her patrol.

it is as she is heading to a cache to grab something quick before retreating to whatever corner she will claim for the night that she catches the scent of blood intermingled with the scent of mahler. her pace slows upon her approach, relieved to see the scent of blood was not his own but his meal's as she draws nearer. hei. she greets him with a submissive bow of her head.