AVDOTYA
they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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they have achieved nothing
altered nothing
and will die for n o t h i n g
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It was unusual for Avdotya to venture too far from the ever-rolling dunes of her Solterran haunt, particularly for long periods of time... and yet it had been months since her hooves last sank in the burning sand. She missed it - she yearned for it, and now as the murmurs of a new king spread like wildfire across Novus, it was time for the viper return to her home and to her tribe. The Davke’s existence had diminished to only a threatening whisper in the wake of her departure, their presence untraceable to any but themselves. They had vanished for a reason, their revival having only been as brief as it needed to be; their vicious khan had obtained the blood she sought, set fire to the kingdom baptized by the golden waters of a boy-king’s greed. She destroyed him in every sense of the word and this vanishing act was her reward.
Now it was time she reintroduced herself to Solterra, winding her way back to it as it found itself in the hands of a new ruler. She did not know who (only that it was a him), or how, but she was certainly intent on finding out which head now wore the gilded crown of Day; it was a curse, that pretty little piece of metal. Since Zolin’s sudden and glorious death, none had seemed to survive it for long. She presumed the same fate would befall its next wearer, that coveted title of king would eventually wrap its gnarled fingers around his neck and choke the life from him just as it had his predecessors. Then, in the midst of her thoughts, Avdotya genuinely wondered what came of Seraphina. Was she dead somewhere in the sand, another rotting carcass for the vultures? Or perhaps she was still out there, suddenly finding a taste for the vengeance that the viper once had forced upon her own tongue. How foolish, she thought, one would have to be to usurp the throne and leave the silver queen’s throat uncut. She had to be dead.
As she traveled swiftly across Eleutheria with Feliks trotting steadily at her side, Avdotya’s focus was derailed by an inexplicable glow of light up ahead. It was a strange place for it to be, and even stranger that the typically knee-high grasses had quite suddenly grown tall enough to tickle her chin the closer she got. Feliks, whose curiosity was as immense as the Terminus Sea, had already bounded ahead to investigate in spite of his bonded’s wordless warning that he tread carefully. ”It’s a pond...” he informed her moments later, ”but not like any pond I have ever seen.”
When she arrived at his side, the woman quickly understood what her canid companion meant. She felt an intense draw to it, one that dried up her throat and begged her to drink regardless of her suspicions.
So Avdotya drank, oblivious to whatever magical consequences there may be awaiting her.
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***STAFF EDIT
@avdotya has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +100 signos point for interacting with the pool.
