only one will stand
Antiope has never been a very curious creature. She was not made for curiosity, not made to wonder and question things, only to do as she was told. But this land, it is still so strange to her and around every corner is something she hasn't experienced before. Everything is new in this life she has barely started to live.
So when the volcano stops breathing its black breath into the air and the sky is done raining ash and the sun has just barely peaked over the horizon, Antiope is awake and moving and the world is quiet and the lioness in her bones is restless. Searching.
That is how she finds the bridge, stretching far and strange into the ocean that is the color of her eyes. It disappears far beyond her vision, and when Antiope looks at it the essence inside her that was made from mystics and magic and purple haze, it sings. It says unnatural and she cannot help but make the comparison that everything about her is unnatural, too.
So she takes the first step, and the second, until she is following it mile for mile. And every time the bridge changes, so does she. Lover, mother, warrior, killer. Every part of her rises to the surface like the sea and the beasts inside it reaching for her hooves on that hard, dry lava.
Antiope walks until she thinks the bridge can't possibly go on any further, and then continues to walk when it does. Until at last: she reaches the end. But there is nothing waiting there for her. No salvation, no reward, no mythics and mirages. Only a wall of ivy stretching as far as the bridge had—forever.
That is when she takes her axe, grasping its twisting handle like she might have once gripped it in battle. Like she had once gripped it and destroyed a temple and the beings within. Her blue eyes trace the etchings on its double head and then, "Theófos," its blade begins to glow. Brighter, hotter, until it is nearly blinding. Then, she takes the first swing.
@Aghavni c;
at the end of it all
Antiope has never been a very curious creature. She was not made for curiosity, not made to wonder and question things, only to do as she was told. But this land, it is still so strange to her and around every corner is something she hasn't experienced before. Everything is new in this life she has barely started to live.
So when the volcano stops breathing its black breath into the air and the sky is done raining ash and the sun has just barely peaked over the horizon, Antiope is awake and moving and the world is quiet and the lioness in her bones is restless. Searching.
That is how she finds the bridge, stretching far and strange into the ocean that is the color of her eyes. It disappears far beyond her vision, and when Antiope looks at it the essence inside her that was made from mystics and magic and purple haze, it sings. It says unnatural and she cannot help but make the comparison that everything about her is unnatural, too.
So she takes the first step, and the second, until she is following it mile for mile. And every time the bridge changes, so does she. Lover, mother, warrior, killer. Every part of her rises to the surface like the sea and the beasts inside it reaching for her hooves on that hard, dry lava.
Antiope walks until she thinks the bridge can't possibly go on any further, and then continues to walk when it does. Until at last: she reaches the end. But there is nothing waiting there for her. No salvation, no reward, no mythics and mirages. Only a wall of ivy stretching as far as the bridge had—forever.
That is when she takes her axe, grasping its twisting handle like she might have once gripped it in battle. Like she had once gripped it and destroyed a temple and the beings within. Her blue eyes trace the etchings on its double head and then, "Theófos," its blade begins to glow. Brighter, hotter, until it is nearly blinding. Then, she takes the first swing.
@Aghavni c;
STAFF EDIT***
@Antiope has rolled a 3! She has been awarded +80 signos.
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a war is calling
the tides are turned
the tides are turned
