[open] nothing's so sure that I can't learn to doubt it

[Topsail]

A relit cigarette never tastes the same, and thats all I'll preach about rekindling old flames

"What are you queen of?" he asks, and for a moment, she has no answer. There is something lurking there at the edge of her mind, but it stays hidden in the recesses of her memory. But then a figure emerges through the fog, a sometimes black, sometimes winged, always powerful male with a horn jutting from between his cunning eyes. Eight is his name, and once upon a time, they had ruled the most fearsome kingdom in all of Beqanna. The Valley rings through her mind, the very name dragging the corners of her rotten mouth up into something of a grin. Born a princess of The Gates, she had quickly found herself blooming in the darkness of The Valley fog.

"The Valley. I rule The Valley along side Eight, the powerful magician." she says, the lilt to her voice confident in a way only a queen can be. The young stallion before her doesn't seem ignorant, but the fact that he does not seem to know her, The Raptor Queen of the Valley, does give her pause. "Are you new to these lands?" she asks into his mind, considering him with a reptilian tilt of her head. Feathers fall around her as her wings wilt, but she does not notice. Nor does she notice the skin melting from her slender shoulders, or the graveworms that play within the tunnels of her muscle and sinew.

Up above them, the clouds gather. The moon is quickly losing the battle in the sky, though for now it bathes them in that bright blue-white. As it shines, she rots, her mind gone to decades past. The moon in her curse. Born in the light, but bloomed in the dark, she is a cursed flower now.

She doesn't blink as she watches him, doesn't breath either. The living dead have no use of such trivial things.

with love,
topsail

ooc - i am literally the worst, but here is a 3 month later reply :')