09-29-2015, 01:11 PM
and death shall have no
DOMINION
Home. Such a funny thing, fluid and fickle and never really about the location. For now, the Tundra was her home, strange though her position was in a sparsely-populated land of bachelors. Tarnished had, for the sake of simplicity and keeping his new brothers off her back, claimed her as his mate. They both knew what was between them was more friendship than romance; she was still recovering from the loss of her family, and he…well, she was never quite sure if he was genuinely oblivious to her idle interest or just didn’t return the sentiment. Either way, he was her best friend, and she had no objection to the ruse.
She had, of course, claimed him right back, whether it was How Things Worked in the Tundra or not. If he was offering her his protection, she would do the same for him. And if it meant playing along, making bedroom eyes at him and running her lips along his skin in public every now and then, well, she could certainly handle that. What was more of an adjustment for her, really, was the entire concept of belonging not to another person, but to a kingdom. Nish wasn’t the first she’d called hers, though she usually meant it in a different way. But her loyalty had never before extended beyond family, tribe, friend, lover. She wasn’t sure she liked being A Woman of the Tundra. However. For Nish, she would give it a try.
Besides, there was worth in the task she had taken on, training the Tundra’s neglected sex in the art of surviving. Helping them find their inner strength, nurturing their talents, and if they happened to turn into an army of badass bitches, well so much the better. It would certainly make for interesting company in the frozen north. Of which, as it happened, there was very little at the moment. She was, as far as she had seen, the only woman in the entire kingdom. And there were surprisingly few men at the moment too.
Maybe it was the weather.
Dom, for one, was not exactly set up for success in a world made primarily of ice and snow. Oh, she could handle herself just fine in the Meadow or traveling the lands between kingdoms, but she had arrived in the Tundra in the middle of a ferocious blizzard, and she hadn’t spent all late fall and early winter building up a coat thick enough to withstand the frigid climate. So she was eager enough, when conversation turned toward reinstating an exchange program with the Jungle, to make the voyage to a land where for at least the duration of her trip, the cold wouldn’t sink into her bones until her teeth chattered and her body shook with it. Oh, she would adjust in time. But a break would be nice, that was for damn sure.
Thus, she found herself at the edge of the vibrant, verdant kingdom Tarnished had once called home. The trek had taken long enough that Dominion was idly hopeful the weather would have turned by the time she arrived back home. She paused just outside the Jungle’s border, knowing from lessons with Nish that someone would come and find her. Apparently the kingdoms had a habit of letting their people know they had visitors, so she didn’t concern herself much with the practicalities of the visit, and instead took advantage of the opportunity to look around. It was, after all, her first time visiting a jungle.
She had, of course, claimed him right back, whether it was How Things Worked in the Tundra or not. If he was offering her his protection, she would do the same for him. And if it meant playing along, making bedroom eyes at him and running her lips along his skin in public every now and then, well, she could certainly handle that. What was more of an adjustment for her, really, was the entire concept of belonging not to another person, but to a kingdom. Nish wasn’t the first she’d called hers, though she usually meant it in a different way. But her loyalty had never before extended beyond family, tribe, friend, lover. She wasn’t sure she liked being A Woman of the Tundra. However. For Nish, she would give it a try.
Besides, there was worth in the task she had taken on, training the Tundra’s neglected sex in the art of surviving. Helping them find their inner strength, nurturing their talents, and if they happened to turn into an army of badass bitches, well so much the better. It would certainly make for interesting company in the frozen north. Of which, as it happened, there was very little at the moment. She was, as far as she had seen, the only woman in the entire kingdom. And there were surprisingly few men at the moment too.
Maybe it was the weather.
Dom, for one, was not exactly set up for success in a world made primarily of ice and snow. Oh, she could handle herself just fine in the Meadow or traveling the lands between kingdoms, but she had arrived in the Tundra in the middle of a ferocious blizzard, and she hadn’t spent all late fall and early winter building up a coat thick enough to withstand the frigid climate. So she was eager enough, when conversation turned toward reinstating an exchange program with the Jungle, to make the voyage to a land where for at least the duration of her trip, the cold wouldn’t sink into her bones until her teeth chattered and her body shook with it. Oh, she would adjust in time. But a break would be nice, that was for damn sure.
Thus, she found herself at the edge of the vibrant, verdant kingdom Tarnished had once called home. The trek had taken long enough that Dominion was idly hopeful the weather would have turned by the time she arrived back home. She paused just outside the Jungle’s border, knowing from lessons with Nish that someone would come and find her. Apparently the kingdoms had a habit of letting their people know they had visitors, so she didn’t concern herself much with the practicalities of the visit, and instead took advantage of the opportunity to look around. It was, after all, her first time visiting a jungle.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;