When the snows fall and the white winds blow
She comes to lead them to glory
She comes to lead them to glory
She was from a land of eternal snow and ice. She was born to blizzards and grew in the arms of a court known for its frozen hand.
She was a child of winter, the daughter of wolves.
And she stood in the summer-riddled heart of Solterra.
The words they spoke in the lands of desert reached her in the far corner of the Dusk kingdom, sea waves crashing in time to the lyrics of their voices. Velorca's gaze upon Florentine's skin laced itself against her imagination, and had she any paws they would be sunken into the concrete floor of the tower with claws stuck deep inside. Her own name hung heavy on their lips but that was not all her flowered Emissary had told her after the encounter with the Day King; there was talk of alliance, of the trading of services and goods between the two courts. It was but a moment that she took time to fasten her wolf's coat around her star-painted body and left the confines of her room in the tower.
The sun's rays claimed each space she moved, wading through heat and grass-turned-crag to find the land of Day. In her year before turning to Vespera's alter, she never crossed the borders of Night after seeing those of Dusk--she hadn't visited the lands of sand, nor those of knowledge-seekers. It was past-time for her to witness the other Courts of Novus, but she found it fitting that the first venture to Day be under the intent to find Maxence.
Several moons rose and went between her leaving and then her arrival to the orange-plagued landscape. Through it all she thought only of Florentine's recap of the meeting she'd had, the obvious conclusion leading her back to Rann's side for deliberation on the questions proposed. She hadn't wasted time on one decision: she would face the Lion King herself.
Pulling up as the sole figure outside of the encampment, a bustle of activity laying just behind the walls, she merely sat and watched those of Solis pass. Just as Maxence had not invaded the inner part of her tower, she would not step through the entrance until guided by one of their own. But her presence would be well known (perhaps not her identity) to any who saw, her creams and blues a softness amid their harsh colors.
The wolf had given herself over to the pride, alone, prepared to face each cub that would surround her.
She was a child of winter, the daughter of wolves.
And she stood in the summer-riddled heart of Solterra.
The words they spoke in the lands of desert reached her in the far corner of the Dusk kingdom, sea waves crashing in time to the lyrics of their voices. Velorca's gaze upon Florentine's skin laced itself against her imagination, and had she any paws they would be sunken into the concrete floor of the tower with claws stuck deep inside. Her own name hung heavy on their lips but that was not all her flowered Emissary had told her after the encounter with the Day King; there was talk of alliance, of the trading of services and goods between the two courts. It was but a moment that she took time to fasten her wolf's coat around her star-painted body and left the confines of her room in the tower.
The sun's rays claimed each space she moved, wading through heat and grass-turned-crag to find the land of Day. In her year before turning to Vespera's alter, she never crossed the borders of Night after seeing those of Dusk--she hadn't visited the lands of sand, nor those of knowledge-seekers. It was past-time for her to witness the other Courts of Novus, but she found it fitting that the first venture to Day be under the intent to find Maxence.
Several moons rose and went between her leaving and then her arrival to the orange-plagued landscape. Through it all she thought only of Florentine's recap of the meeting she'd had, the obvious conclusion leading her back to Rann's side for deliberation on the questions proposed. She hadn't wasted time on one decision: she would face the Lion King herself.
Pulling up as the sole figure outside of the encampment, a bustle of activity laying just behind the walls, she merely sat and watched those of Solis pass. Just as Maxence had not invaded the inner part of her tower, she would not step through the entrance until guided by one of their own. But her presence would be well known (perhaps not her identity) to any who saw, her creams and blues a softness amid their harsh colors.
The wolf had given herself over to the pride, alone, prepared to face each cub that would surround her.
this can be for anyone!
@Maxence since this is directly for you <3
@Velorca since you're mentioned
