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WAIT FOR ME HEAVEN
(i'm here 'til i die)
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Talia is a veteran of combat. She's been alive for some four years or more (she's stopped counting when the number became too offensive), been in countless raids and fights and all-out wars against mortals and immortals alike, been treated as a pet, a soldier, a warrior, a champion - she's confident, suffice to say, confident enough that she walks into the cemetery with a powerful strut. She doesn't look forward to it but knows she can hold her own easily enough to get through the night. After all, she's been leader once before, and being chosen to be somebody's successor is enough indication that she's capable of keeping in touch with her fighting side.
She takes her own scrap of cloth and ties it around her wrist, although wonders if she can tie it around her neck instead. Underneath her thick mane, she feels her pygmy owl shift around - sleeping, probably - tugging softly on her pristine locks. Talia feels comfortable, feels energized for once; she touches the bond softly between her and Malkyn instinctively before letting her mind clear of all its worries.
A new clan, she reminds herself, a new land. She doesn't carry her reputation as Chief here as she had before, doesn't carry her notoriety; she is but a face in a crowd waiting to make her mark, and make her mark she will. It doesn't matter that she's starting from scratch, doesn't matter that she's unknown in these lands - she carries with her her history and Ghil's, her memories as a warrior, a fighter, a leader, a hound. She refuses to let herself be torn down.
She takes her own scrap of cloth and ties it around her wrist, although wonders if she can tie it around her neck instead. Underneath her thick mane, she feels her pygmy owl shift around - sleeping, probably - tugging softly on her pristine locks. Talia feels comfortable, feels energized for once; she touches the bond softly between her and Malkyn instinctively before letting her mind clear of all its worries.
A new clan, she reminds herself, a new land. She doesn't carry her reputation as Chief here as she had before, doesn't carry her notoriety; she is but a face in a crowd waiting to make her mark, and make her mark she will. It doesn't matter that she's starting from scratch, doesn't matter that she's unknown in these lands - she carries with her her history and Ghil's, her memories as a warrior, a fighter, a leader, a hound. She refuses to let herself be torn down.
TALIA PENDRAGON — HELLHOUND COUNTERPART — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — [color=#ac9488]TAGS