[P] Does it still hurt

[Avdotya]

Oh, if only he knew how vile every sinew of her being was; that the small shred of Avdotya’s soul he sought to taste may very well have been all that was left of it after years of misdeeds and blackened sin. She was a king-slayer, a ferocious woman who damn near brought a nation to its knees with vengeance coursing through her veins. The viper bore no guilt and no morals, she shed no tears for the skeletons that were left in her bloody wake and lost no sleep despairing over the lives she had torn from them. She was raised to be a weapon glinting beneath the fire of Solis’ blazing sun, shaped into a harbinger of destruction while Zolin strangled the life from Solterra... many would be hard-pressed to deny her that title.  Indeed, Avdotya had built herself a throne dripping red, and even though her ultimate purpose had been served, she was now a consequence of circumstance left for the world to live with. But she did not see it that way - in her mind she was simply a bringer of what that world deserved. As she walked stride-for-stride alongside Raum, she wondered about his own purpose. She knew hers (and she knew it well), but did a crow ever act with anything but mischief in the slick of their feathers? The ease with which he shrugged her question off seemed to credit that thought. And then he moved on. ”No, it does not.” She agreed, her eyes still fixed upon the electric horizon. It was the blade of her spear that quite literally slit the throat of Solterra’s boy-king, but she could imagine the taste of his blood on her lips had she been forced to use her own teeth. How sweet it would have been, yet the taint of that same blood upon her holy tongue was nothing short of an insult to the Davke. It was not worthy. Avdotya did, once more, look over to him with a newfound curiosity blooming from within her mind. She called him crow, but was there even such a thing any longer? Their beloved Reichenbach was little more than a memory now, drowned out by a new queen who sat at Night’s helm. Along with him went a great many of his crew... leaving Raum to remain as a dying breed within the borders of Denocte (she clearly did not recall the likes of Acton). ”Tell me, Raum: why call yourself a crow when your king left you for dead?”  Perhaps he held more loyalty in his heart than she gave him credit for. @Raum image © pacificdash