Dawnlark Plains gathering shadows

the prophet came alive;

magick in her veins. dark fire in her bones. almalexia drew away from her islands and cut a sharp path inland. for this she would need another. a mortal, a man, weak things that they were.

her lip curled with thoughts of ingram. keeper. iron guardian. betrayer, as merrick had been. always for a woman.

almalexia was no mere woman.

she was divinity itself.

muzzle lifting, she howled into the sky. let them come to her and be tested. let them see divinity and know that they would never touch it.

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