it's out of my hands; straia, any

[Tarnished]

We were young and wild and free,

fightin' in a love we couldn't leave.

Tarnished knows better than to walk into a hornets’ nest.

Or rather, in this case, the nest of a magical Raven Queen and her devoted flock. So he waits, he bides his time, he stalks the borders and feels them out and remembers—though the memories aren’t his, though he wishes they would go away—all of the kingdom’s dirtiest little secrets. The brother and sister that loved one another too much. The Slave Pens. The Valley War. The Chamber, and how She, too, had made it burn long before the volcano after She lost Her beloved father.

Silly dragons and their temper tantrums.

Tarnished runs his tongue along his fangs, the ravens gliding above him perfectly reflected in his golden eyes; he wonders how they taste, if his cousin would notice if just one of them came up missing—just one little bird. But then he thinks better of it. She would probably take offense, knowing his family, and there’s plenty of food back in the Meadow. Meaty little rabbits and stringy little fawns.

He isn’t picky.

From wolf to lion, from lion to horse, the shape-shifter flits between forms to ease his own boredom. It’d been years since Frostweaver was murdered, years since she’d lain eyes on the infant Straia and cried over her sister with her other niece, Araby. Straia probably didn’t even remember. Tarnished certainly wouldn’t, if his mother had not ingrained their faces into the forefront of his mind; he knew Tatter and Frostreaver, he knew Araby, he knew Straia and he even had a vague idea of what his grandfather, Set, might look like. Not that it does him any good if none of them bother to show up. Yawning, the horse becomes an ape and climbs the pine tree nearest to him to nap at the Chamber’s border. Might as well, if the voices in the distance were any indication. He cannot make out clearly what it is they’re saying, but he would bet his life that they’ve all gathered together for a kingdom meeting.

tarnished

vanquish x nocturnal

Even on the way down, even on the way down.

[Hi, my name is Venge and I can't write starter posts. ^__^]