Fixed atop the crest of a great, rolling dune was Avdotya's poised figure, every angle of her body seemingly as sharp as the blade of her mighty spear. This was the moment she had been so patiently waiting for: days- months- no, years had passed since the Davke's evisceration, since their existence had been diminished into mere written word on parchment. Now, however, it was time to bring life to those old historical tomes. From the pages would they rise, like phoenixes set ablaze with the fires of their rage they would seek their revenge upon the capitol and its fickle society. Zolin may have been ash on the wind now (his brutish dogma along with him), but there still remained a score that needed to be settled. An eye for an eye, their decree stated. Avdotya was simply executing the very law that the Day Court itself had implemented.
She smiled a wicked smile at the irony of a law meant to protect their Court, then breathed in a heavy swath of hot desert air. In that moment the viper had shed her crinkled skin as Solterra's fierce Regent and was reborn as the Davke Queen, no longer a servant to a system that so often failed its people. Seraphina, in spite of her refined political ideation, did not sway that way of thinking. Solis' desert was not meant to be ruled by a single being- it was a wild and untamable thing, much like the tribes that once flecked its sands. The tribes that - like the Davke - were now only stories to be told of.
Another breath and Avdotya was ready. She was prepared for death if their god willed it, for it would be in the name of her people who were now finding their resurrection. Her head turned just slightly to look at the horde behind her, the heat of her burning gaze focusing briefly at her side where she presumed Velorca would be. It was a fleeting second in time, but enough to affirm the cusp that they found themselves upon. Vengeance was within reach, they just had to reach for it.
"DAVKE," Came the boom her voice, sharp and demanding of their attention, "IT IS TIME TO TAKE THE BLOOD WE ARE OWED!" She fanned the flames of their tempers, pushing them to let their animosity overtake them in their pursuit of retribution. Even in her own body, the thought of what was to come cranked her adrenaline to an immense high and left her with a glistening sweat upon the black of her hide. The viciousness that swelled within her belly begged to be loosed, to tear at the throats of those who bore relations to Zolin and once served beneath his pitiful rule; she yearned to gouge her spear into their flesh and paint the pretty floors red with their blood. No, she did not care for the innocence many of them were sure to hold. They would pay for their dead boy-king's mistakes and the Davke sought only lives as atonement.
And so, with Solis' searing heat at their backs, the Davke screamed their revival. Avdotya led the ominous charge with Feliks at her side, appearing from behind them with a second to spare. Over the glowing horizon that faced Solterra's capitol, only a billowing cloud of dust bore evidence of their oncoming assault... but it soon burgeoned into a full-on blitz, their violent cries carrying on the wind until they finally tore through the palace doors.
No longer were the Davke a nightmare of the past and it was time Novus was stirred from its idle slumber.
She smiled a wicked smile at the irony of a law meant to protect their Court, then breathed in a heavy swath of hot desert air. In that moment the viper had shed her crinkled skin as Solterra's fierce Regent and was reborn as the Davke Queen, no longer a servant to a system that so often failed its people. Seraphina, in spite of her refined political ideation, did not sway that way of thinking. Solis' desert was not meant to be ruled by a single being- it was a wild and untamable thing, much like the tribes that once flecked its sands. The tribes that - like the Davke - were now only stories to be told of.
Another breath and Avdotya was ready. She was prepared for death if their god willed it, for it would be in the name of her people who were now finding their resurrection. Her head turned just slightly to look at the horde behind her, the heat of her burning gaze focusing briefly at her side where she presumed Velorca would be. It was a fleeting second in time, but enough to affirm the cusp that they found themselves upon. Vengeance was within reach, they just had to reach for it.
"DAVKE," Came the boom her voice, sharp and demanding of their attention, "IT IS TIME TO TAKE THE BLOOD WE ARE OWED!" She fanned the flames of their tempers, pushing them to let their animosity overtake them in their pursuit of retribution. Even in her own body, the thought of what was to come cranked her adrenaline to an immense high and left her with a glistening sweat upon the black of her hide. The viciousness that swelled within her belly begged to be loosed, to tear at the throats of those who bore relations to Zolin and once served beneath his pitiful rule; she yearned to gouge her spear into their flesh and paint the pretty floors red with their blood. No, she did not care for the innocence many of them were sure to hold. They would pay for their dead boy-king's mistakes and the Davke sought only lives as atonement.
And so, with Solis' searing heat at their backs, the Davke screamed their revival. Avdotya led the ominous charge with Feliks at her side, appearing from behind them with a second to spare. Over the glowing horizon that faced Solterra's capitol, only a billowing cloud of dust bore evidence of their oncoming assault... but it soon burgeoned into a full-on blitz, their violent cries carrying on the wind until they finally tore through the palace doors.
No longer were the Davke a nightmare of the past and it was time Novus was stirred from its idle slumber.
You’re playing my game now-- @NOVUS!
