i am the violence in the pouring rain
i am a hurricaneLove. It is both foreign and not to Straia. She would never follow anyone to the ends of the earth. Not even Weed, though he is the closest she has ever come to love for anyone other than her heart sister, and her son. He could leave, and she would stay. Erebor could die serving the Chamber, and while she would mourn, it would be a worthy death. Oksana. Well, Oksana was different. But even then, her sister came and went, and Straia never followed.
Though she loves the Chamber as others love their soul mates, their other halves. It is the only thing she will die for. Time and time again. Bring her back just to strike her down again. But this will never be a tragic love story. The Chamber will not leave her, and when she dies, it will be glorious. Not necessarily her death itself, but just the simple fact that her body will decay into the Chamber, and even in death she can serve her kingdom well.
Perhaps she is a monster. Twisted and broken, caring more for a piece of land than her own flesh and blood. But of course, they would all understand.
It only takes a breath, one simple word, for the lighting to leap from the mare’s skin, striking a raven to the ground. Straia stares at the lifeless bird for a moment, a smile curving the edges of her lips. She turns her head to Cordis, clearly pleased, not worried about the bird. In another moment, the bird’s little ribcage begins to move again and it’s back on it’s feet, cawing once at the silver mare in protest before taking to the sky.
Truthfully, they are rather used to dying. Their Queen kills them all the time.
“Well well. Aren’t you something? And may I ask what that something is?”
straia
the raven queen of the chamber
I don't mind at all! Everyone should have fun with the ravens
It's not like Straia doesn't have more, lol.