Nova Peak lenore

wolves, scattered to the winds.

Avicus has always been an agent of chaos, but she feels it most keenly now. sitting near the apex of what @Masquerade is calling Dragon's Back Ridge, she looks upon the sloping expanse of the Rise, a statue in her stillness as the sun begins to set.

home. hers. theirs—but hers, she thinks, above all.

she'd never known the true depths of her selfishness until Lilia had dared to call her out and stand her down.

the die is cast. they will leave, or they will face her wrath.

and Augur and his family. . .

her mouth twitches, tugging downward into a frown. her one regret these past days—losing his respect. but how could she not have reacted? he chose neutrality when he should have been in her corner. she may have lost his respect, and trust, but so had he lost hers.

@Carrion and @Redsky had chosen to stay put. no mistaking their divided loyalties; understandable. but @Redd, and @Wanderer and @Mulherin—they, along with Masque, will stand beside her. she does not doubt it for a second.

and the man @Riley? what of him?

an icy wind pummels her, interrupts her thoughts; she shivers and hunches her shoulders, russet fur fluffed out to guard against the cold. winter is coming, and times will grow tough. to sacrifice hunters and warriors in this endeavor is pure, unfettered vanity—

but what else can one expect from a woman born to believe she owns the world?

tags for reference - feel free to join but not obligated! set maybe half a day after Masquerade and Ancelin talk