Post drinking thread in Tanglewood! //
She had left in the middle of an emotionally charged moment, chased out by her own mind and heart. She couldn't hurt the man that had been her friend for so long. Not much more than a few strikes made in blind agony for the heavy weight in her heart. Romulus was dead. She'd lost another person that she loved. How could she hurt another that she loved? The Witch couldn't bear to face the monster she threatened to become if she did so.
After fleeing the tavern with a pitiful trail of blood from her damaged ear, a sad sob building in her chest, she had collected her adopted son, Diesie, and fled into the night. She had come across Solsken, or the hound had come across her, and there had been a silent understanding perhaps, that she had to leave. What she hadn't expected was for the hellhound to tag along, perhaps in a way of guiding her to the one place she hoped she could lay her bones, to make a home out of the agony. The group that Romulus had lead.
Her poor beloved.
Her paws ached by the time that she reached the borders of the Coalition, a small satchel of her own and Diesie's belongings clasped in her jaws, crusted blood on her ear as she approached and set the satchel down. "Coalitioners? Is anyone there? I've come ... to find a home.", she spoke as loudly as she dared.
She had left in the middle of an emotionally charged moment, chased out by her own mind and heart. She couldn't hurt the man that had been her friend for so long. Not much more than a few strikes made in blind agony for the heavy weight in her heart. Romulus was dead. She'd lost another person that she loved. How could she hurt another that she loved? The Witch couldn't bear to face the monster she threatened to become if she did so.
After fleeing the tavern with a pitiful trail of blood from her damaged ear, a sad sob building in her chest, she had collected her adopted son, Diesie, and fled into the night. She had come across Solsken, or the hound had come across her, and there had been a silent understanding perhaps, that she had to leave. What she hadn't expected was for the hellhound to tag along, perhaps in a way of guiding her to the one place she hoped she could lay her bones, to make a home out of the agony. The group that Romulus had lead.
Her poor beloved.
Her paws ached by the time that she reached the borders of the Coalition, a small satchel of her own and Diesie's belongings clasped in her jaws, crusted blood on her ear as she approached and set the satchel down. "Coalitioners? Is anyone there? I've come ... to find a home.", she spoke as loudly as she dared.
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MERLIN GWYNNE
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