[AW] threnody

[Avdotya]

A V D O T Y A SHE WAITS; SEETHING, BLOOMING. The woman's sides heaved with exhaustion. Their battle was winding down, and with it, the adrenaline that coursed through her heated veins. She began to feel every bruise and bloodied scratch, felt her lungs nearly wither in her chest from the heat and dust and then pushed a heavy grunt from her throat. Damn bird, she thought to herself. Nothing with a beak and wings was ever desirable in her books; it was an opinion she had gotten from her mother before her. She had told her tales of great brawls against Teryrs and the many times they had picked off members of the Davke. Each and every time Avdotya heard of the ferocious birds her dislike for them grew stronger. Now, as one stood over Maxence prepared to drive its beak through his battered body, she felt her hatred effervesce. The mare watched with her body motionless. She was prepared to witness the death of the painted stallion right there and then, but it suddenly became clear that it was not his time for death's black hold. Instead, in the blink of an eye, Avdotya watched her spear find its way into the Teryr's brain, sending it crashing to the ground and towards its demise. Something of a smile cracked at her dry lips. Perhaps this man deserved more respect than she once thought. When the dust finally settled and the gathered warriors began to part ways, Avdotya approached the bird's lifeless body with its killer still alongside it. She dipped her head - some form of approval? - and reached down for the shaft of her spear, pulling it free from the flesh it rested in. The woman frowned at the mess of it, half-way coated in bright red blood and dotted with globs of brain matter. It would take time to return it to its pristine condition, but for now, she simply looked to Maxence and took a step closer to his battered body... and then wiped each side of the blade against his hide. A subtle smirk found its way to her face. "Well done." With that, she was gone.

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