[P] -- deathless

[Avdotya]

With the heat-obscured silhouette of Solterra's stronghold just beyond the horizon, a subtle taste of bitterness began to flourish upon Avdotya's tongue. Every passing day seemed to draw further malignance to her wandering mind and it pushed the woman to become even more of the phantom she had grown to be in Capitol's hall- the dusty old walls were more akin to a rusted cage than they ever were a lavish home. It had taken her months to realize the displeasure in her wild heart, taken the death of a freshly-crowned sovereign to awaken her and snap the viper free of her blind pursuit of power. Now, in the wake of Maxence's demise, Avdotya saw her foolishness. A seat in the regime, while stitched with authority, meant little when there always remained a need to think of a nation. Truly, the woman did not care if her actions carried consequence for those unable to bear them... their weakness would hold no value to Solis and his realm. She was not prepared to cater to the whims of a people she (for the most part) held a distaste for- and she certainly did not wish to dabble in the pacification of thin-skinned kings and queens for their well-being. Let chaos descend upon the courts. Avdotya would be the first to feed the flame. For now, however, she kept her descension veiled. She required the aid of Velorca to spread word of her intentions to the right ears before she loosed the ancient might of the Davke upon Solterra once more. Of course, to do that, she first had to track him down... and for all Avdotya knew, he was off warming the bed of some witless warrior. @velorca it ain't pretty but it's somethin!! image © aapex