Onwards and Upwards [Challenge]
08-13-2016, 11:23 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-13-2016, 11:25 PM by Ásvor.)
Ásvor was admittedly restless. Bored and restless. Yfir had been a quiet place for some time now, and she found herself wandering away from her homelands more and more frequently. The young girl had made a few trips south, further than this even, but she'd been drawn to this place. A wide field, desolate and haunting, which held the scent of death in its grip. It was morbidly fascinating, and she moved half in a daze through the battlefield. A call shook her from her stupor. It was firm and demanding, meant for someone she did not know, and instantly her curiosity was piqued. A grin tugged at the corners of her lips as the girl moved quietly and quickly toward the group that had gathered. None of them were very familiar, and some looked rather threatening - she would be safe and keep her distance, though she was certain her gods would protect her here, and they would see no harm come to her. Truth be told, her gaze didn't linger on any one of them for long before it locked onto the two who were about to engage in battle. The expression on her face faltered slightly as she moved to sit on her own, though a dreamy sort of smile remained as she gazed onto the fight. Her sapphire gaze was filled with wonder as it fixed on the two, wanting to see the violence unfold before her - and she desperately hoped that blood would be spilled. |
