BLESSED BY A BITCH FROM A BASTARD SEED
pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed
Teiran still did not speak. She was as still as the statue that Solis left behind on the mountain, but as watchful as the hawks the court used to courier letters. When Solis moved, so did she, stalking along through the streets and toward the court walls and the snow covered desert beyond. pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed
There was a flame covered stallion whose ego, she thought, rivaled only that of the sun god's own, but it was his words that finally caught her attention. Her gaze was as cold as the air and her voice as flat as the white of the snow when he spoke. "You're in the wrong place for that. Maybe you should move on to Delumine if you seek pretty flowers and an easy time."
But then they were there, on the precipice of the desert and the wind whipped the snow around them and Teiran could only hope for a fight otherwise they might all freeze out there after too long. Already, however, her blood was rushing with adrenaline along with her racing heart when she thought she saw the shape of an elk in the distance. If they were a thread she would not hesitate to eliminate them.
Then, she idly thought, how many bodies would be found uncovered when the snow finally melted?
