With Eleutheria at her back, Avdotya’s once steady pace had come to a sudden standstill as the heat of the desert began to swathe her skin in its familiar touch. Her fire-lit eyes slipped closed and a deep breath drew into lungs that had been starved for far too long; this was where she belonged, in the vastness of the Mors and not stuck within the stuffy walls of foreign capitols.Secrets were a lovely thing, truly they were, but that was no life she wished to pursue any longer. Avdotya was meant to stalk the rolling curves of Solterra’s endless dunes, haunting the desert and striking fear into those foolish enough wander it alone as the Davke always had. And her timing, it seemed, was most opportune.
Chaos, once again, seemed to have found its way back to the Court of Day. The Silver Queen was supposedly no more, stripped of her throne and overtaken by a man she’d only heard described as a pale, vicious being - little did she know it was Raum, whose blade she questioned not so long ago in the driving rain. But regardless of the crown’s new identity, Avdotya held a savage desire to make the desert her own again and she harboured no concern for what cost it would come at. Perhaps, then, that was why she traveled with the dismembered head of a House Hajakha noble fastened just so to her shoulder.
She had found the man mingling among other high-borns at one of the many grandiose affairs she’d slithered into during her absence, the viper having disguised herself well enough to lure him away from the party without recognition. It was only when they disappeared from sight that she shed her mock skin for her true colours, but still a moment too late for a man with senses dulled by the warm embrace of a fine red wine.
And now she intended to deliver it upon the doorstep of this new king, whomever he may be. A welcoming gift, she might insist, to mount over his silken bed and an ever so gentle reminder that if he was to rule Solterra, his choices best be wise when stirring a nest of serpents. While the fangs of some were filled with the promise of empty threats, others carried a venom far more deadly.
It would not be folly to assume that it was the capitol now that lay in her blazing sights, for this delivery was of great priority.. and really, Avdotya was quite keen to see what they had done with the place after her last visit.
Chaos, once again, seemed to have found its way back to the Court of Day. The Silver Queen was supposedly no more, stripped of her throne and overtaken by a man she’d only heard described as a pale, vicious being - little did she know it was Raum, whose blade she questioned not so long ago in the driving rain. But regardless of the crown’s new identity, Avdotya held a savage desire to make the desert her own again and she harboured no concern for what cost it would come at. Perhaps, then, that was why she traveled with the dismembered head of a House Hajakha noble fastened just so to her shoulder.
She had found the man mingling among other high-borns at one of the many grandiose affairs she’d slithered into during her absence, the viper having disguised herself well enough to lure him away from the party without recognition. It was only when they disappeared from sight that she shed her mock skin for her true colours, but still a moment too late for a man with senses dulled by the warm embrace of a fine red wine.
And now she intended to deliver it upon the doorstep of this new king, whomever he may be. A welcoming gift, she might insist, to mount over his silken bed and an ever so gentle reminder that if he was to rule Solterra, his choices best be wise when stirring a nest of serpents. While the fangs of some were filled with the promise of empty threats, others carried a venom far more deadly.
It would not be folly to assume that it was the capitol now that lay in her blazing sights, for this delivery was of great priority.. and really, Avdotya was quite keen to see what they had done with the place after her last visit.
You’re playing my game now, @anyone!
