Shadowmere
04-11-2026, 07:56 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2026, 07:57 AM by Shadowmere.)
I’ve bled for less, for sure, then best…
A soft breeze whisked through the pine boughs, a sound that seemed like a thousand hushed whispers to the dark queen's ears as she strode along the well worn trail toward the clearing. She needed time to stretch her legs in peace, without Nadja, her hellish imp of a daughter, pestering the absolute hell out of her brother. She was thankful Havelock was willing to keep the pair entertained while she took some time alone to survey the territory's borders and make sure all was well. A crashing sound above her head and the deep caws that followed alerted her to the presence of her clumsy raven companion. The bedragled creature thrashed against the pine branches with loud caws of protest before it freed itself, losing a few more feathers in the process. The dark queen rolled her eyes and kept walking, not bothering to spare it a glance as she mused, You are the most clumsy beast I have ever known. I assume you have found nothing out of the ordinary from above?"
The raven flapped clumsily up to perch on its usual place on the curved tip of her horn before letting out a low "gwoh" sound as if to say, "nope". Shadowmere huffed, whilst the peace was nice she was a chaotic creature at heart. She yearned for a but of danger, a chance to taste the metallic tang of her enemies blood as she sang her shrill cry of victory. It had been too long since she had found herself locked in battle, and even then it was with herself....and was also how she obtained the dark spiraling horns upon her brow.
She was lost in thought when she finally broke from the dark of the forest and into the open clearing of the Chamber's heart, wondering if maybe this lull was only the prelude to something big. Like a slumbering volcano that was only waiting for the right moment to boil over. She doubted another cataclysm would ravage the land again, but this must be some sort of calm before a storm...she had lived long enough to know that Beqanna was no land of fluff and happiness. No place of certainty and guaranteed safety. It was wild, untamed, and the fairies were mighty. She knew it was only a matter of time before something would happen to shatter this era of calm peace, and she would be ready for it.
The raven flapped clumsily up to perch on its usual place on the curved tip of her horn before letting out a low "gwoh" sound as if to say, "nope". Shadowmere huffed, whilst the peace was nice she was a chaotic creature at heart. She yearned for a but of danger, a chance to taste the metallic tang of her enemies blood as she sang her shrill cry of victory. It had been too long since she had found herself locked in battle, and even then it was with herself....and was also how she obtained the dark spiraling horns upon her brow.
She was lost in thought when she finally broke from the dark of the forest and into the open clearing of the Chamber's heart, wondering if maybe this lull was only the prelude to something big. Like a slumbering volcano that was only waiting for the right moment to boil over. She doubted another cataclysm would ravage the land again, but this must be some sort of calm before a storm...she had lived long enough to know that Beqanna was no land of fluff and happiness. No place of certainty and guaranteed safety. It was wild, untamed, and the fairies were mighty. She knew it was only a matter of time before something would happen to shatter this era of calm peace, and she would be ready for it.
~ s h a d o w m e r e
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