Antiope
I can be your heavenly or I can be your hell
The island is Antiope's longing. It is her siren, calling for her every moment of the day. She has ignored it for so long. For so long, and yet now there are even more tales told of it. The strangeness and wildness is like kinship to her. When she walks that long lonely bridge and takes her first steps onto the island, it is something like coming home. Like being full of magic that is uncontrollable and unexplainable and dangerous.
When the island doesn't sleep, when Antiope finds that first equine spouting theories and stories enough to keep grown adults awake at night, she keeps going. There is something inside her, dark and hungry and wanting, and she wonders if this place can fill her. She keeps her axe close and her sea blue eyes sharp and with every moment that should pass but seemingly doesn't, she grows hotter and hotter and hotter. The island is wrong and yet somehow so right, to her.
She does not leave.
She does not sleep.
The island is inside her and all around her and, by the time she's lost track of time, it has also become her.
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STAFF EDIT***
@Antiope has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +200 signos.
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