Enshrouded in a veil of darkness brought on by the fall of night, Avdotya waits. She listens with the patience of a practiced hunter, like a wolf waiting for the flock to wander just far enough to put themselves within reach of tooth and claw; she waits, but it is Amaunet who first leads the game, engaging Orestes - o’ Sun King of Solterra - in the folly of a chase through the capitol and finally through its open gates. Her own skin prickles with growing anticipation, but still the viper remains like a statue.
Her eyes follow the billowing trail of dust that blooms behind them and then, only as the pair disappears over the crest of a dune, does she throw herself into a hurtling gallop. She eats up the desert with her stride, powerful and strong and hungry as ever, like she has never run before and never will again. Avdotya races to diminish what distance there is between them, looking back only to observe her magic taking hold of the dust and containing it around her like a thick fog on a cool autumn evening. The further the Khan gets, the larger it swells, until she is entirely surrounded and it starts to reach ahead of her and over the horizon.
It is the first to reach Amaunet and Orestes, crawling eerily around the sovereign’s heels first and then collecting further down the rolling dune Amaunet had just leapt from. When she lands, the dust seems to settle with her, dropping almost instantly to the desert as if it were never there- except now, Avdotya is standing beside her fellow Davke, looking up to where Orestes should inevitably be appearing.
She smiles, if one could call the minute twitch of her lip a smile.
”She truly is a thing to behold, isn’t she?” Avdotya cannot fault him for getting tangled in Amaunet’s web. What man wouldn’t? But now, now he finds himself ensared in the nest, and it is a moment too late to cut himself free.
The widows are hungry.
@amaunet @orestes
Her eyes follow the billowing trail of dust that blooms behind them and then, only as the pair disappears over the crest of a dune, does she throw herself into a hurtling gallop. She eats up the desert with her stride, powerful and strong and hungry as ever, like she has never run before and never will again. Avdotya races to diminish what distance there is between them, looking back only to observe her magic taking hold of the dust and containing it around her like a thick fog on a cool autumn evening. The further the Khan gets, the larger it swells, until she is entirely surrounded and it starts to reach ahead of her and over the horizon.
It is the first to reach Amaunet and Orestes, crawling eerily around the sovereign’s heels first and then collecting further down the rolling dune Amaunet had just leapt from. When she lands, the dust seems to settle with her, dropping almost instantly to the desert as if it were never there- except now, Avdotya is standing beside her fellow Davke, looking up to where Orestes should inevitably be appearing.
She smiles, if one could call the minute twitch of her lip a smile.
”She truly is a thing to behold, isn’t she?” Avdotya cannot fault him for getting tangled in Amaunet’s web. What man wouldn’t? But now, now he finds himself ensared in the nest, and it is a moment too late to cut himself free.
The widows are hungry.
@amaunet @orestes
