When you come undone, I'll carry your chains
So you can feel freedom and a little less pain
She was the wolf that prowled in snowy fields of plush white, her howls reaching across eons, her breath staining the air with a ghostly plume that lingered for centuries. She was the wolf that carried the burden of every defeat and triumph, every broken bone and mended body, the failures of a past that haunted and taunted and drowned out the soft whispers of the victories.
She was the white wolf, the winter wolf, and she was back.
The ex-Wolf Queen had returned to Novus, to Terrastella.
Her Court of Winter had fallen. It laid behind her in a heap that could not be repaired, could not be even considered anything that it once was. There had been war--how there was always war--and that time she could not stop it. That time--her second visit and what she had intended to be her final one but in a different way since she first sought out the sister continent of Novus--that time she was powerless to stop the destruction from reaching their door. Her brother, righteous and valiant in his own way as the true heir Heimsterra called for, could also do nothing but watch in horror as all he had built those past years settled into simple rubble. How easily everything had crumbled without a second's thought, as if the foundation itself had given up the fight before it ever really even began. It was a home to those who sought solace from the endless-blizzards, a refuge for any who wandered through, a birthplace for her. And then it was all gone.
She had been left without a place to be once again. Her last few moments in Novus were spent with Vespera, the painted star-girl down on her knees as she shed a tear for all she couldn't become; cold, cold was the alter on which she begged for some sort of sign of what she was supposed to do, begged for a forgiveness she didn't deserve for letting down an entire kingdom she had tried to carry on unfit shoulders. Her crown tarnished, her name stripped of all honor, she was left with nothing and no direction to go. Though she had been chided (like a child's whims of grasping at false promises) for losing her hope in the process of the natural order of their world, the ethereal Goddess of Dusk gave her a pledge of a brighter future as she brought life to fruition below her hooves.
In the end, the woman of cream hues and spilled blues would slink back to her den in Veteris, and there would be more life brought to her in ways she couldn't imagine.
And so with the demise of the forever-winter court, she sulked back with tail tucked between legs into the territory of the Dusk Court, alone. The stone tower was as it had always been, but the path to reach it had been more treacherous than she recalled. But she had been gone so long, and oh the events she had missed out on. Her once-lover and first child both sought solace elsewhere and the others under the guidance of Glacia had either stayed with what little remained of their kingdom or also found themselves out seeking alternative options. But she, the one who put so much of herself into a place she wasn't part of, went back to where the true test first began.
Fitting for the name the land held, her star-speckled body appeared at the steps of the dusk tower under a falling sun. The sky was painted in streaks of pink and purples, loud lines of sunlight cutting through the otherwise otherworldly colors. Teal eyes that once held the life of an entire population in their depths were then just shallow pools, and they looked up, up to the window of a room that should have belonged to their current Sovereign. The one who she last saw as just a child. "I am here for the Queen," she called out with a heavy voice laden thick with her viking accent, the sound resonating emptily like a bell rung through the expanse of an endless field. Her cape hung limply over a body that seemed smaller than it ever had before.
Meek was the Winter Wolf. Powerless was Rannveig.
She was the white wolf, the winter wolf, and she was back.
The ex-Wolf Queen had returned to Novus, to Terrastella.
Her Court of Winter had fallen. It laid behind her in a heap that could not be repaired, could not be even considered anything that it once was. There had been war--how there was always war--and that time she could not stop it. That time--her second visit and what she had intended to be her final one but in a different way since she first sought out the sister continent of Novus--that time she was powerless to stop the destruction from reaching their door. Her brother, righteous and valiant in his own way as the true heir Heimsterra called for, could also do nothing but watch in horror as all he had built those past years settled into simple rubble. How easily everything had crumbled without a second's thought, as if the foundation itself had given up the fight before it ever really even began. It was a home to those who sought solace from the endless-blizzards, a refuge for any who wandered through, a birthplace for her. And then it was all gone.
She had been left without a place to be once again. Her last few moments in Novus were spent with Vespera, the painted star-girl down on her knees as she shed a tear for all she couldn't become; cold, cold was the alter on which she begged for some sort of sign of what she was supposed to do, begged for a forgiveness she didn't deserve for letting down an entire kingdom she had tried to carry on unfit shoulders. Her crown tarnished, her name stripped of all honor, she was left with nothing and no direction to go. Though she had been chided (like a child's whims of grasping at false promises) for losing her hope in the process of the natural order of their world, the ethereal Goddess of Dusk gave her a pledge of a brighter future as she brought life to fruition below her hooves.
In the end, the woman of cream hues and spilled blues would slink back to her den in Veteris, and there would be more life brought to her in ways she couldn't imagine.
And so with the demise of the forever-winter court, she sulked back with tail tucked between legs into the territory of the Dusk Court, alone. The stone tower was as it had always been, but the path to reach it had been more treacherous than she recalled. But she had been gone so long, and oh the events she had missed out on. Her once-lover and first child both sought solace elsewhere and the others under the guidance of Glacia had either stayed with what little remained of their kingdom or also found themselves out seeking alternative options. But she, the one who put so much of herself into a place she wasn't part of, went back to where the true test first began.
Fitting for the name the land held, her star-speckled body appeared at the steps of the dusk tower under a falling sun. The sky was painted in streaks of pink and purples, loud lines of sunlight cutting through the otherwise otherworldly colors. Teal eyes that once held the life of an entire population in their depths were then just shallow pools, and they looked up, up to the window of a room that should have belonged to their current Sovereign. The one who she last saw as just a child. "I am here for the Queen," she called out with a heavy voice laden thick with her viking accent, the sound resonating emptily like a bell rung through the expanse of an endless field. Her cape hung limply over a body that seemed smaller than it ever had before.
Meek was the Winter Wolf. Powerless was Rannveig.
@asterion she's back, baby <3
