Fashion me into a demon; Anyone!

[Straia]

sometimes we want what we want --
    -- even if we know it’s going to kill us.

She could be the leader of nothing, and still she would act as if she ruled the entirety of Beqanna. Respect was earned by acting as if you deserved it more often than not, and so she acted like it. And though she ruled little more right now than a territory of a quiet kingdom, that would likely change. Though in reality, she did not care about titles, but only what such titles could help her achieve. She needed to lead in order to make the sort of changes she wanted to make.

The stallion inside greets her pleasantly enough, and she smiles slightly. ”The world needs more horses like you, then. Those interested in building rather than simply destroying.” She was a bit of both, interesting in tearing down what did not serve them and to rebuild everything anew, to make it better and stronger than it ever was before. Most only remembered the things she burned, though.

”Straia,” she replies, her voice cool and smoky, though friendly. His name seems vaguely familiar, though she cannot place him if she ever knew him. Perhaps she only heard his name in passing. ”I believe, if you enjoy building, that we might have some things in common. It seems to be that Beqanna ought to be made into something...better.”

-- straia

the raven queen

@[Aziz]