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Sometimes, when she had observed both Aurum and Elsweyr's struggles to hold the fort down in their leadership, Arrow's mind traveled back to a time where she was on track to potentially take the reigns, the question of who would succeed Crow being the biggest concern rather than who would set the swamp ablaze next or if they would survive the season. Her death had answered the question rather quickly, a miserable execution with her own body as both executed and executioner. Leroy filled in the gap and the rest was history. While that was so long ago, the reason she thought about it still wasn't because she was bitter over a lost chance and snuffed out ambition, it was only because she thought maybe if she had lived, perhaps taken the torch rather than the canine, she could have prevented everything that came after, or at least been the only one on the sacrificial altar, proverbially speaking. She could have carried the stress and expectations that Elsweyr was burdened with now.
"I thought I said try not burn down my house if you were going to stay here, big girl." Arrow murmured tiredly, tone light enough to reveal she was merely joking. She'd been trying to sleep off the stress of her previous, how to put it...breakdown? Whatever it was out in the swamp, it had taken a lot of energy out of her, and sleep was not her friend, she took what she could get. The cheetah moved to bump her head against the strong shoulder of the lioness, a purr rumbling in her throat at the unusual warmth that came with a girlfriend seemingly made from fire itself. Which, technically she was, if the phoenix-like emergence was anything to go off of. The voice of the recently returned savannah shifted her attention, blinking green eyes curiously. "Speaking from experience, Vig?"
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]"I thought I said try not burn down my house if you were going to stay here, big girl." Arrow murmured tiredly, tone light enough to reveal she was merely joking. She'd been trying to sleep off the stress of her previous, how to put it...breakdown? Whatever it was out in the swamp, it had taken a lot of energy out of her, and sleep was not her friend, she took what she could get. The cheetah moved to bump her head against the strong shoulder of the lioness, a purr rumbling in her throat at the unusual warmth that came with a girlfriend seemingly made from fire itself. Which, technically she was, if the phoenix-like emergence was anything to go off of. The voice of the recently returned savannah shifted her attention, blinking green eyes curiously. "Speaking from experience, Vig?"